#man tries putting in the effort AND EVEN IF HE'S NOT PERFECT he goes through so much growth throughout the series

[captain-amadeus]

[natsukishinomiyaswife]

⋆ 𝓥𝓲𝓵 𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓮𝓷𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓽: 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓜𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓜𝓮 𝓢𝓸 𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 ⋆

Please note: This is a repost from my old blog, @sugarcookiesheep!

⋆ Being a celebrity was never easy. The public always having their eye on you, watching your every move. Having to make sure you look perfect, sound perfect, act perfect, all to maintain the image you have created. It can be frustrating, exhausting even, the lengths you have to go through for your career. Though the hardest part for Vil was having to be away from you, his love, his darling.

⋆ He never expected to fall in love until he met you, always focusing on his career. Now when he kisses someone, he longs for it to be you, picturing you as he closes his eyes. When he says sweet words to his costar, he imagines he’s saying them to you, unable to hold back his emotions as he gazes into their eyes, saying he loves them. With you, he was no longer Vil Schoenheit, famous actor. He was just Vil, the dedicated, hardworking man you fell in love with.

⋆ There was no need for masks, for polite words or fake smiles. You knew him for who he was, and loved him for who he was, not for his status or fame. With you he felt seen, he felt heard. The times when he’s had to train for a role, practicing to perfect what he needed to do, you’d be there, recognizing the effort he put in. Even when no one else would, and he felt frustrated and defeated, a simple text from you would make everything worth it.

⋆ Due to his work, there were times where he had to be away, traveling to star in a film or go to a photo shoot. During those times you would stay in contact however you could, through texts or phone calls. He would be sitting in his chair, getting his make up done when his phone goes off, a small smile coming to his face as he sees it’s you. Though he doesn’t have much time to respond, your messages brighten his day, giving him motivation. Knowing that one day you’ll see the film he’s in, or the photo he’s getting taken, makes him want to do the very best he can. He wants your eyes only on him, your attention focused on him and him alone.

⋆ He can’t help but feel proud in those moments, seeing you unable to take your eyes away from the screen. How you would turn to him, telling him in amazement how well he did, how much you loved his performance. Noting all the work he put in for the role, acknowledging his time and dedication. There was no one he wanted to impress more than you, no matter how long you’ve been together.

⋆ There were times when he would miss your presence more than usual, looking at pictures of the two of you fondly. During these times he would feel conflicted, wishing to hear your voice but not wanting to disturb you, a time difference separating you now. In a moment of weakness he would give in, his heart skipping a beat as you answered, sounding like you just woke up. He would apologize for waking you, tempted to hang up. You would reassure him, making yourself more comfortable in your bed as you talked. He told you about his day, how his work was going, how much longer he’d be away. You would listen, humming in acknowledgement as you tried your best to stay awake.

⋆ “You make me so happy, Vil” you mumble sleepily, unaware of your words. The line goes silent, making you think he had hung up. On the other end Vil stared at his phone, quiet as hidden insecurities took hold. With his career and fame you didn’t necessarily have a “normal” relationship, Vil keeping it a secret from the public. He wanted to protect you, to keep you safe, to keep you to himself. Were you truly happy with that? With him being away for long periods of time, unable to show you off as you deserved?

⋆ “…do you mean it?” he whispers, desperately wanting to take it back as soon as it spilled out. It took a moment before you responded, sounding more awake this time,

“There is no one I would want to be with but you, Vil. No one could ever make me as happy as you have.”

⋆ He shuts his eyes, taking a shaky breath at your words. You knew him so well, his doubts, his insecurities. How could he ever be with anyone but you, fall for anyone but you. You’ve ruined him, utterly and completely.

“There is no such thing as a happy ending if it doesn’t include you, my love. So stay with me, please. That’s all I ask.” ♡

Originally posted: February 26th, 2024

𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾! ♡

[pyrodolls]

what if the inazuma men had a crush on you...

✰ a/n: i hope this is not ooc, i've been playing genshin for like 2 years sooo i think i should know their personalities by now LMAO

✰ characters: arataki itto, gorou, kaedehara kazuha, kamisato ayato, heizou, thoma (separate)

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arataki itto loves showing off and trying to impress you, thinking that he's being very slick and secretive about his crush on you. but in reality, it's extremely clear that he has feelings for you. he'd always yell out your name every time he sees you and run up to you excitedly. he always seems to strike up an enthusiastic conversation with you and have his full attention on you, regardless of what the topic is.

gorou's crush on you feels as if it was taken straight out of a book. he gets the heart-beating, face flushing and sweating feeling every time he sees you. he stammers and struggles to keep up his professional facade every time he attempts to speak with you. which happens very rarely, as he is too nervous to even go up to you. he just stares at a distance, silently hoping you'd go up to him and start up the conversation yourself. it comes off as creepy more than cute, so you end up being uncomfortable every time he does this.

kaedehara kazuha is a gentleman through and through. he is very kind and helpful to you, always offering to perform your chores and tasks whilst striking up a conversation. he is also an excellent listener, never interrupting you when you speak and he offers input every now and then. he loves your voice and will listen to you talk about anything. overall, he's extremely charming and finds a way to treat you in a special way without revealing his feelings for you.

kamisato ayato is a man of ambition. he sees something he wants, he will get it. he is very strategic when it comes to courting you. he wishes for everything to be perfect and carefully considered. he would spend time with you and offer to treat you often. he also uses his resources and reputation in inazuma to make sure every outing by your side is enjoyable. he understands that he may be too busy to truly keep you happy in a relationship, but he is willing to try. as soon as you finally understand the meaning of his teasing and expensive gestures.

heizou does not believe in coincidences. meeting and falling in love with you was no fluke, it was meant to be. that is why he is almost completely open about his feelings for you. he has never explicitly stated that he has feelings for you, but he is not afraid to flirt with you or act as if you are already dating. he knows there is a chance that he could be rejected, but he would rather be open and honest about his feelings and risk getting rejected, rather than regret never being true to himself. however, if you expressed the slightest discomfort or straight up rejected him, he would stop. in the meantime, he's gonna keep up his flirty antics.

thoma is almost the perfect person to have feelings for you. he is extremely kind, respectful, gentle, and observant. the only problem is that he never has the free time to spend with you. he is constantly performing his daily tasks, offering help to others, etc. he tries to find the time to talk to you and drop a few hints to how he feels about you, but it isn't easy. so in the few moments he does have with you, he goes all out. he gets to know you more, he listens to you and understands you, and he puts an effort to help you with any task he can. he truly wishes to be with you someday, and he goes to sleep every night thinking of you, hoping he wasn't messing up your viewpoint of him just because of his busy schedule.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

what if engel is a virgin but insanely boy crazy 👁👄👁 and she will/can never not be

Hoooo boy!

NSFW below the cut

So, um. Reader never told König if she's experienced or not (if she was a virgin then my thoughts and prayers are with her.) Part of König's hostility in the crazy mating scene comes from his belief that Engel is not a virgin. He is extremely jealous of everyone reader might've had before him, so he guides his frustration to heated, possessive sex, stripping her with a knife, and so on.

But if we imagine you told him it's your first time, then things would go slightly differently. König would be much more delicate with you!

And good God… He would be even more enamored. You're kind, you're sweet, you're innocent and you're a virgin too?

König can’t believe his luck. You're just perfect. He can’t stand the thought of you with other men so finding out you're in fact untouched is only a blessing. König wants to be the only one who makes you scream and sigh. And what an ultimate fantasy: he gets to corrupt a pure, pristine virgin (of course König would never put it this way. He's simply introducing you to pleasure. Nothing wrong with that, right? He has good intentions! He's the best choice if you wish to feel good, ja ❤️)

So, König tries to keep his cool as he asks if this is what you truly want (yes? please say yes) and if this is the right time (this is as good a time as any, you just need to trust him!), is he truly the man you want to give yourself to? (tell him he’s the one, you will not regret it.)

He tries to be a gentleman and at the same time can't keep his hands off you. Hands steal their way under your clothes as he tries to persuade you by whispering things like: "I will be good to you, there’s no need to be afraid. I will be gentle, I promise…" But it’s difficult to believe anything he says because his hands are trembling, the whole man is trembling and throbbing and panting already.

If and when you're willing to have sex, König will take you in a classic missionary. No pounding from behind, no crazy unhinged mating press. And he prepares you first! With his tongue, perhaps pulls out an orgasm or two so that you will be relaxed and ready for him. It’s very likely that König pumps himself through an orgasm too while pleasing you with his mouth because he’s waited so long for this moment. Your taste and the sounds you make as he licks you to ruin are far too much. He will erupt in mere minutes and then be hard again in no time for the main event.

König tries so, so hard to control the urge to just plow you until your eyes roll in your head. He tries his best not to simply pound himself straight into oblivion. He wanted you before, sure, but now his want is doubled. Tripled. He fears he will hurt you and basically shakes from the effort to restrain himself as he finally enters you.

He goes a little over the top with the praise, too... You feel so good, nothing has ever felt better, you're such a good girl when you said yes, Lieber Gott you look cute like this, he knew you were made for him, etc. And he wants to know that you feel good. Not just to check if you're ok, but to hear how he makes you feel. Does he give you pleasure? Do you like it when he does it slowly? He can be more rough if you want. How does it feel to have a man inside you for the first time?

He's sweating from love and frustration, the hunger becomes all-consuming as he approaches his peak, and you get to see a sliver of who this man truly is underneath all that fake composure. As sad as it sounds, there's a chance he is so lost in you that he cums before you. He just can't help it. But he will make sure you get all the pleasure you need before the night is through and be extra attentive with the aftercare ❤️ (Also he would definitely be one of those guys who check if there's blood after you did it because he thinks it's a given that there is)

[takami-takami]

How To Fix the Ache.

includes— hawks x reader. minors dni. smut.

warnings— gn!reader. virgin!hawks. masturbation. slight primal play.

based off this previous post. a sexually frustrated keigo goes home to jerk off after your dates, and he's real cute about it. he tries so hard to be a good boy.

Keigo doesn't quite know how to breathe when you're kissing him like this.

His calloused hands run up your sides as you hang off his lap, cramped and pushed together in the driver's seat of his car. It takes every effort in his tightly strung body to not moan into your mouth, to not add to the noise of the leather seat creaking below; but he manages, determined to keep from scaring you away with his less than innocent desires.

He can feel your heartbeat in more places than one, he thinks. He violently swats the thought away, focusing his effort on allowing your tongue to work its way into his mouth.

Slow, he reminds himself. You deserve slow, patient. He wants more than anything to do romance right by you— but you want him. He can sense it on you, can feel it against his leg through your—

He holds back a whimper.

Keigo's touch remains feather-light, his mind screaming at him to grip you harder, to flip you over and sink his teeth into the woefully unmarked skin of your neck. He sighs into the kiss instead.

The ritual of these makeout sessions at the end of your budding dates has simultaneously become the highlight of Keigo's week and the bane of his existence. He has plenty of time to prepare as you sit across from one another at an evening candlelit picnic, or after you've finished counting every star in the night sky on a rooftop post-flight. Keigo Takami is a gentleman, so he absolutely does not mentally prepare during your date, picturing what it will feel like when your thighs rest on either side of his moments after this.

No, he rests his chin on one hand while watching you instead, a smitten look in his eyes. He can shoo the thoughts away for the first hour or two, but once your body language indicates that the date is coming to a close, the dread begins to settle in his bones.

He'll drive you home again, heart racing and faux smile wide as you show him the latest band you've gotten into on the aux. The speakers on the luxury drive he recieved as part of a brand deal are perfect for music, you explain, and as you bob your head with the rhythm, he can't help but picture a similar movement somewhere further down in his lap.

Eyes on the road, he reminds himself. His thick digits hold the steering wheel like they have some sort of vendetta, tapping once while they get a grip.

"This one here? They actually broke up this year! But this is like, their only good album, so it's not much of a loss," you explain to deaf ears.

"Oh yeah?"

The poor boy wishes he didn't have to keep his foot so steady on the gas pedal. He's itching to bounce it, to relieve at least some of the tension swimming through each nerve.

When he reaches your place and puts his vehicle in park, he can feel the swallow thick in his throat, glancing at the devious little glint in your eyes out the corner of his.

He's starting to think you know exactly what you're doing.

After you've gotten your fill, he places one last kiss on your cheek and gets out the car, opening the door for you and peppering another kiss on the back of your hand. Giggling, you kiss his hand right back, yours landing square on his palm. The lasting touch of your lips sears his skin.

He decides right then and there: he'll use that hand to touch himself tonight.

As soon as his apartment door slams behind him, knocking some poor potted plant off its shelf with a clammering shatter, Keigo's clothes are hitting the floor.

The man undresses himself with each step. His coat plops down first. Then he begins to kick off his stiff boots, leaving his pants and boxers somewhere in the hall. He mindlessly stalks his way toward the bedroom with exhausted haste. A single feather yanks down the blinds to allow a bit of privacy, on autopilot at this point of the dreaded ritual that is your Saturday night dates.

Keigo sighs a sigh of agony or arousal— he can't quite tell the difference these days, and he doesn't have enough brainpower at the moment, regardless. At last, the ruffled cotton of his shirt is thrown down on his bed to leave him perfectly bare, the hand that you kissed creeping its way down his now-exposed abs and reaching his painfully hard cock.

No matter how many times he does this, the first contact always makes him hiss through his teeth. He's already begun to work up a rhythm before he even crawls into bed, one knee inching up at a time, before he flips onto his back and sighs.

The full weight of his body presses firm against the sensitive nerves entangled in his wings. He doesn't care.

Shaky and tentative as he is, Keigo lets his eyes flutter shut and his head loll back, sandy locks splayed against the white sheets beneath. With every languid stroke of his fist, he lets his weakening mind drift to thoughts he dare not let you see.

Images of you on top of him. Topless. He visualizes your body once more in the tight space of his driver's seat; only this time, you shrug yourself free from the pesky barrier separating the two of you from the flesh. In his dreams, he takes his time exploring every inch of you, digging into your dreaded thighs, mouthing at your chest.

Dear fucking god, that feels good, he thinks, choking on moans with his scrunched up nose and cutely furrowed brows. The burn of your mark on his palm only heightens his daydreams, stinging in the best way against the head of his cock as he rubs the palm in circles on the very tip.

It's already wet. Pathetic. He whimpers.

What am I doing, he curses himself.

Why can't I stop?

He refuses to pry open his eyes. He can't bear to break the illusion when he's formed such a vivid image of you resting atop his lap, fresh in his memory. Your thighs entrap him on either side, your tongue works its way into his mouth; but this time, your hands slide their way down.

They peel away the hem of his shirt, dragging it up the abdomen that rises and falls with his gulping breaths, before trailing their way beneath the waistband. Fingertips barely graze his hardening length once it's freed, guiding his tip inside your awaiting—

Keigo gasps.

He finally allows himself to go back to stroking base to tip; slowly, with the rocking motion he imagines you'd take as you ride him. The creak of the bed as his movements rock is just enough fuel for his imagination. It almost mirrors the sound of his leather seats; if he pretends, that is.

"Please let me fuck you," he mumbles, not certain if he spoke it aloud or if that sound were simply another whim of his imagination.

He hopes it were merely a thought. It sounded rather desperate, actually, and he's not desperate—

One hand darts to his side to grab his discarded shirt, roughly stuffing it into his drooling mouth to shut it. His teeth grit and gnash down on the fabric. His abdomen and chest are both completely exposed; and with his whines echoing off the walls of his far-too empty bedroom, Keigo wishes you were here to lave your tongue against the rolling beads of sweat.

Would you clean him off? He'd let you. He'd let you worship his body; after he's done gorging himself on yours, that is.

The hiccup that escapes him at the thought is absolutely adorable.

Against the plump tip of his cock with every stroke, his palm burns. Overstimulating the sensitive frenulum underneath, a single thumb rubs along it with the uptick of every twist, milking himself closer and closer and closer to that edge.

He can practically taste his upcoming release.

He can feel it in the lift of his hips, no longer touching the mattress, but instead arching toward the blur that is his clenched fist. Choking on the drool of his watering mouth, he grits his teeth and growls, squeezing his cock painfully tight.

Shame forgotten, he just wants to grip your hips and spear himself into you, to flip you over the seat of that damned car playing that damned band you listen to and milk his cock raw in the vice of your body. Like animals, he swears he would press your front flush into the seat with his chest snug against your back, would wrap his arms around your core to pull you deeper into every thrust of his cock.

God help him, he'd bite into your nape and snarl when he cums inside of you; he'd reach around your front to get you off when he fills you up, stuffs you full, has you sobbing on his cock.

But instead, Keigo is the one who sobs as he finishes. His teeth bare when he does, his entire body wound tight enough to snap as pleasure dances along each nerve in his body. Up and down, his fist drags every ounce of his load up and through his cock, landing as high as his chest.

With a shaky gulp of air, his hips drop limp against the mattress. After gasping for what feels like hours, Keigo swallows thick enough for the sound to echo off the walls.

"Shit," he grunts as the clarity sets in, sitting up and opening his eyes to stare at his open palm. It's sticky with his release.

"Ugh."

He makes the walk of shame to his bathroom, twisting the knob of his shower.

The poor man steps in, sighing in relief as he begins to wash the evidence of his deed away in the exceedingly spacious expanse of his shower. It's large enough for his two wings to outstretch comfortably. Large enough for two people, actually—

His cock twitches.

This is going to be an achingly long Saturday night.

[marvelstoriesepic]

Flufftober (day 8)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (established relationship)

Prompt: Chopping & Piling Wood

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: mentions of self-consciousness and body dismorphia [Bucky; though it’s in the past]; allusions to sexy times

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It could easily be the sunniest day of the year, hot rays beaming down and pressing on your body, only clad in your favorite bikini. Bucky had, as always, insisted on smoothing your skin with sun milk earlier, callous fingers tracing gentle patterns on it, not wanting to stop touching you.

You sit comfortably on the soft cushions of one of the sun loungers in the backyard of your little home. A cocktail rests in your hand, condensation dripping down the glass and wetting your fingers.

Though, your attention isn’t on the refreshing and minty drink. It’s also not on the brightly colored wildflowers along the edges of the wooden fence Bucky had built. You loved the way they looked, bursts of yellow, lavender, and deep crimson nodding lazily with the wind; so Bucky did his best to not harm them. He sometimes even makes you a bouquet of those when the flower shop he usually goes to is closed.

Speaking of your husband.

Your attention is solely focused on him. Bucky stands some feet away, body moving in a well-rehearsed way as he works, chopping wood. His movements are precise, each swing of the axe purposeful, arms rising and falling, giving you the perfect view of his enormous biceps - one flesh, one metal. Tremors carry through the air with the sharp blade of the axe cleaving through the wood with a satisfying thunk and you watch the ripples go through his body.

Sweat beads on his forehead, running down his muscled and defined chest and abs, sun highlighting his contours. He’s shirtless, of course, clad in his boots, some shorts, and a pair of gloves. It’s far too hot for anything else, but the sun is not the only reason he’s wearing close to nothing. He knows exactly what he’s doing - this display, this perfectly staged scene is entirely for you.

You can’t help but smile. He brought those sun loungers specially for this - placed them just right, on the patio near the back door, where you have the perfect vantage point.

They’ve become part of a ritual - you sprawled out on one of them, drink in hand, as he works in front of you, all sinew and raw power, his skin glowing in the sunlight, all while getting admired by you. It’s a routine he enjoys as much as you do, maybe even more.

You bite down lightly on your straw, smile getting cheekier and you don’t put up any effort at all to hide it. It’s hard not to react to the way his muscles flex and strain, each movement exaggerated just enough, to make sure your gaze never strays from him. Not that it ever would.

There is a certain pride in the way he works, nothing arrogant or pompous, just a deliberate performance to capture your gaze. Having your attention has always been his favorite thing.

He wants you to watch, wants you to be captivated, and hell you are. Not a single ounce of concentration is left on your drink, the cocktail is merely an accessory to the scene unfolding before you. Every sway of his burly frame is a call to acknowledge how intoxicating and impressive he is. Especially when he uses those arms on you.

There was a time, years ago, when the man who now stands before you, so assured and strong, was a far cry from the confident figure he’s become.

Back, when you first started dating, Bucky had been different - guarded, even hesitant. He carried an unspoken weight, a quiet self-consciousness he tried to hide behind his eyes. It lingered in the way he moved, how he dressed, and in the silences that sometimes fell between you.

His body, that very thing that now gleams under the sun with such ease, was once something he struggled with. He had a hard time believing the loving things you told him, the beauty you saw in him. Instead, he was quick to cover up, to turn away when he thought you might notice.

In those early weeks and months, you had spent long nights talking, breaking down walls brick by brick. You never pushed, never forced anything, but you were always there; reassuring and patient.

You knew the battles he had fought, not just with the world but with himself. His insecurities had run deep, rooted in scars that were only partly visible. There were days when he couldn’t even look at his own reflection without flinching, and that broke something in you, tearing your heart into pieces.

But as your relationship stretched on, you watched him grow - slowly, steadily. He started to trust, not just you and your words, but himself. You saw him for everything he was, every inch of him, and loved him for it. And he understood, his belief seeping into him and he let you see him, really see him, without the mask of insecurity.

You saw him goofy, and flirty, and witty, even cocky, but most of all - You saw him in love, in a way he never had been before.

Words can’t capture how proud you are of how far he’s come. The history written across his skin has become something he now owns rather than the other way around. He’s at peace with himself in a way he never was before, he’s told you once, and you see it every day.

The axe rises again, metal arm catching the light of the sun, while his flesh bicep contracts, veins standing out against his skin as he swings down with a heavy blow and a grunt - again putting on a show for you. The wood splits under his force, but your eyes are already wandering elsewhere. The way his abs tighten with the movement, how his broad chest heaves with the exertion, the faint sheen of sweat turning his skin into something almost ethereal - everything about him seems designed to draw you in, to hold your gaze and keep it. It works.

His forearm swipes across his forehead, smearing away the sweat in a slow, calculated motion. There is a knowing smirk pulling at the edges of his lips, though he doesn’t look at you directly, just savoring the feeling of your full, undivided attention.

You take another sip of your drink, teeth chewing on the straw in your mouth as the cold mint bites against the warmth of your mouth.

Another piece of wood tumbles to the ground and you try to let the cold of the cocktail quell the heat that radiates from your awe. It becomes a delicious mix that leaves you breathless.

You like to believe that the only reason he works in the backyard is to keep other prying eyes away since he’s doing this for your gaze only. No neighbor is able to get a glimpse of him that way. The only other witnesses of his dedication are the birds in the trees beyond the fence of your little home.

Bucky has gone to piling the chopped wood and you’re completely transfixed. Your straw is practically bitten to shreds at this point, and the ice in your drink has melted. You haven’t been attending to it, not to anything but him.

There is a stack of firewood neatly arranged against the back wall of the house and your eyes follow him shamelessly, tracing every detail, as he lifts the heavy pieces and piles them on top.

Droplets of sweat make lazy lines down his skin and it’s not just the heat of the sun that’s boiling you. It’s the slow, insistent heat that begins low in your belly, spreading with each satisfying thud of the axe when it bites into wood. It’s exhilarating, pulsing; spreading through your veins, igniting a slow, smoldering need. Your legs are long crossed over each other, ankles touching and you adjust yourself in your seat.

There is no need for words. The tension between you both is a language in itself, one you’ve spoken for years. Slowly, in a measured way, you place your drink down on the wooden table beside you, the one Bucky made with his own hands.

You rise from the lounger, bare feet meeting the ground, taking your time and feeling the heat rise in anticipation with every step you take to the back door. You can sense his gaze on you now, burning into your skin, in such a different way than the sun has.

From the corner of your eye, you catch the way he lets the axe fall to the ground without moving his head away from you, tracking your every move. There is that smoldering intensity in his stare you know so well, but that always manages to send a shiver down your spine.

He doesn’t say a word, but he doesn’t have to - you know exactly where his mind is. A smirk rises on your lips and you let your hips sway just a little more than usual, your stride purposeful as you make your way inside, the heat of his gaze following you.

You leave the back door open as you enter your house, cool air brushing against your exposed skin but you hardly feel it.

A beat passes. Then, the sound of the door shutting sounds out, more forcefully than needed. Urgent footsteps follow.

Your pulse quickens in excitement.

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[blossombriefs]

Agora Hills | A Goku OneShot [NSFW]

Authors note: hey guys! Be sure to drop a follow and a like! The support goes a long way! I'm also happy to take requests - please be following me and shoot me a message. I can work of prompts such as songs, locations, colours, scents. Give me a brief description and the characters you'd like. This also has potential for a fully smutty part 2 so if that's something you'd want to see let me know! Prompt: Doja Cat's song 'Agora Hills' "who's that man with the big strong hands?" "You're the one you're the only man, me and you on my OnlyFans" Summary: The reader is an OnlyFans model and after being threatened at a party has to come clean to her boyfriend, Goku Content: afab!reader x Goku, mature themes, blackmail and drama (Vegeta being a total asshole), mentions and details of anxiety, story heavy, soft smut near the end Word Count: 2836 words

Times had been a bit financially straining on you since you tried to settle down with Goku. You both shared a lovely home and with plans to start a family together, you needed to find a source of income to start planning ahead. Goku was constantly off either fighting insane battles on faraway planets or was off training with his friends. Sure, you could have just looked for something in your local area like in a store or on a farm, but when Bulma encouraged you to look into the site OnlyFans, it piqued your interest. Bulma is the best source of motivation you have. You were a little unsure about it but with her lovely compliments toward your appearance, you couldn't help but try it.

You had set up a tripod with a ring light in the corner of your spare room to get the perfect shots, using your phone to capture so many pictures of you in cute lingerie sets you had. You also used a couple of your boyfriend's t-shirts for a baggier look on your body. Your income was plentiful as your platform grew and grew. It covered bills, put food on the table and even left some over for you to treat yourself and Goku. However, one question always lingered in the back of your mind.

"How long can I keep this hidden from him?"

You hated keeping secrets from Goku, transparency was such a huge foundation your relationship was built on. He was always honest with you, would this hurt his feelings?

On one of the evenings he had free, Goku had invited you along to a gathering at Krillin and Android 18's home. Everyone was going to be there and you could tell from his eagerness that he was excited for you to finally meet the rest of his friends. You felt that it had been a long time coming and you put so much effort into how you looked while Goku sported his traditional orange gi. Hopping onto the nimbus cloud, he held you tightly as it whisked you toward the Kame House. As you approached your destination, you were both greeted by waves as everyone gathered outside on the beach. You nervously held onto your boyfriend's arms as he waved gleefully to them all, keeping the same wave and smile through your descent. You both bounced off together, greeting everyone. Going around everyone, you were introduced to his friends one by one.

"Y/N this is Krillin and 18," he extended his hand toward a slender, tall blonde woman and her opposing counterpart. You smile as you shake their hands and introduce yourself. Gradually he made his way around the rest of his friends; Master Roshi, Piccolo, and Yamcha were part of the introductions. Finally, your attention was directed to Bulma and her partner, who you hadn't yet met. He stood beside her with his arms folded over a buttoned up blue shirt, his aura nothing short of intimidating.

"Y/N, you haven't met my husband Vegeta yet have you!" Bulma chirped, taking his arm and yanking him toward you and Goku. You smiled at him timidly, admitting you were kinda afraid of him wouldn't have been the best first impression in your mind. You could sense him looking you up and down, choosing to address you with a scoff.

"So this is Kakarot's harlot, yes?"

You looked to Bulma in disbelief as her hand slapped his shoulder harshly. Goku was quick to wrap his hand around your waist as he spoke up, "Hey, c'mon Vegeta you know that's not very nice!"

He simply huffed in your direction as he followed the rest of the group inside, Bulma not far behind screaming an earful toward him. You felt uneasy, Goku rubbed your arm to try and ease you. You weren't someone to take comments like that to heart but something just didn't feel right. You all took your seats in the living room and for the most part the evening was going well. You all shared some drinks, had a laugh, shared some food. You hit it off so well with everyone that you felt like you were part of the family... all besides one person.

Crossing paths in the kitchen, Vegeta glared you down as you look a fresh glass from the cupboard. When you sat it down again to pour another drink you glanced back in his direction, "Can I help you?"

"Don't think I don't know your secrets," he slowly walked toward you, you felt as if he hadn't uncrossed his arms from your initial introduction. If looks could kill Vegeta would've buried you 100ft underground. "You know your vulgar acts aren't suited to him, that clown deserves a woman with a bit more self respect."

"What the hell are you talking about?" you retort. Your hands shaking as you unscrew the lid from the top of the bottle. Deep down you knew what he was referring to but how did he know?

"That woman runs her mouth to me about everything," his reply was cold. He turned his back to you and began walking toward the door that led to everyone else. "You tell him or I will."

A shudder ran down your spine. The tension left behind lingered with his words. Your heart raced, the weight of your secret growing heavier on your shoulders. You took a moment to collect yourself as you decided Vegeta couldn't be the one to tell Goku. Just as he was about to reach the doorway, you spoke up and the tone in your voice was full of determination.

"Wait, Vegeta please." you plead as you set the bottle down. He turned to look back in your direction with his arms still crossed and his expression staying cold. You look to your feet, "I'll tell him but please could we continue this conversation outside."

Vegeta continued to eye you for a moment, his pride more than evident, but eventually he nodded. Hoping you had cracked him he turned away and led you out the back door to the beach, the soundtrack to your serious conversation being the crashing waves of the sea. You lowered your voice and spoke soft, revealing your own vulnerability beneath what you were portraying as tough, "I never intended on keeping anything from Goku. It's just complicated and I never knew how to bring it up."

His response was a shake of his head and a scoff as he stared you down intensely, "He deserves to know what kind of person he's with, that woman refuses to tell him. I don't even understand what it is you're up to! Y-you're lewd-"

"I have an OnlyFans account," you confess with a deep breath. "It's just a way to bring in some money for us and I just didn't want him to worry about our future. I never intended on disrespecting him I-"

As his scowl deepened and his silence remained, you could tell he was taking in what you were telling him. Wether he'd allow you to tell him yourself or not was on the table was another story. He grunted and without allowing another word to leave your lips, he turned and walked back inside with you close on his heels. Your heart felt heavy with what could follow. You didn't know what would be said. You reentered the living room, Goku glanced at you with a sweet smile, blissfully unaware about the conversation you had just had as you took your seat beside him.

The living room buzzed with conversation and laughter but as you cuddled into Goku's strong arm the weight of the conversation with Vegeta was weighing on your mind, you could feel his intense gaze follow you from the other side of the room as you tried to settle in. A silent threat that you had to tell him sooner rather than later.

As the evening continued, you'd engage in small talk with the others to try and keep your composure but what made your heart feel warm was seeing how happy Goku was. He's an incredibly social person, much more than your average person, and was more than happy being in the company of his friends. After a while, Bulma pulled you into the kitchen. She had noticed how reserved you had become throughout the night and was growing concerned, "Is everything okay?"

You nodded with a forced smile, "Just a little burned out and tired, that's all."

She looked at you with sympathy, placing her reassuring hand on your shoulder, "You sure? You know you can tell me anything, right? If it's because of Vegeta's comment earlier I can always talk to him?"

You shook your head and smiled gently, "Thank you Bulma, honestly, but it's fine! I didn't take it to heart."

You lied through your teeth but she bought it, patting your back as she left you alone with your thoughts. Your anxiety was gnawing at you, you knew what loomed ahead.

As the night gradually wound down, Goku yawned and stretched as he turned to the remaining few people left. With a thankful smile he suggested that you both head home. He stood up, spinning you in his arms to face him. "You look beautiful. You're perfect. Your dress you picked is so beautiful I just can't wait to get back home."

You beamed looking up at him, placing a delicate kiss on his lips. He smiled as he kissed you back in return. However, your loving moment was interrupted by none other than Vegeta.

"I bet you won't be the only man to see what's under that dress tonight, Kakarot," he smirked.

You looked up, witnessing the glee in your boyfriend's face shift into shock. The panic surged through your body as you clung to him tighter, Vegeta's words hanging in the air. You looked towards him with a disapproving look but Vegeta remained totally unfazed, his arms crossed and a sly grin plastered on his face.

"What are you talking about, Vegeta?" Goku furrowed his brows, his hands slipping from your waist.

His response was sharp, leaning in with a wicked glint in his eyes, "Oh, nothing, Kakarot. Just saying that some things... or some people... aren't as pure or nice as they appear."

The air was heavy with tension, your throat was running dry as tears began filling your eyes. Bulma stepped in between the two men swiftly, placing a hand on her husband's chest, "Vegeta enough. Stop it! There's no need for this you're making the poor girl cry!"

Goku's face was still taken over with confusion, turning his attention from Vegeta to you. You could hear his own worry take over, his eyes like a puppy's, "Baby what's going on? What does he mean?"

You were hesitant and unable to string your words together. Again, stealing your opportunity, was Vegeta, "Ask your precious partner about her little online endeavors. She's not as innocent as she appears."

You sigh, placing a hand gently against his chest as you look up towards him. Taking a deep breath and your voice was trembling, "Can we talk when we're home about this Goku, please."

The arrogant Saiyan prince wasn't done. It wasn't good enough for him. Purely with a sarcastic tone he chimed in once more, "Oh, how touching. Wanting to keep things private now? The woman who claims she loves you oh so much is selling herself online for a few extra zenies! Showing herself off to other men, tarnishing your trust."

Unable to process what he was being told, he hung his head as he let go of you entirely. Your arms dropped from his shoulders. He sighed gently, "I'll be outside Y/N. When you want to come home come meet me. We'll talk about this at home."

"Goku plea-" your words couldn't stop him from leaving, slamming the door behind him. You couldn't do anything but tremble. You knew why Vegeta did this, he loved seeing Goku weak or vulnerable. You also knew Bulma wouldn't let him live this down. You smiled sadly in her direction and thanked your hosts, leaving behind a now perplexed group of friends. Sat in the sand outside, creating little patterns in the sand with his finger, was your boyfriend who sat in an overwhelmed silence. You took a deep breath, shuffling in the sand beside him which left your dress covered. The beach was serene at night, the waves crashing against the shore heavy at the other side. "Please, let me explain,"

He sat in an almost child-like silence, his eyes fixated on the shapes he had drawn. The gentle sea breeze carried your tension and sadness. You had never seen him so hurt, it was all your fault. He looked up at you with tears starting to form in his eyes, "I can't believe you'd cheat on me with Vegeta..."

"Goku what?" you said, shocked. "I just met him today?"

"Look, Y/N, I love you. I don't want to lose you. If you've been chatting with him online and-"

This is where everything clicked, Goku had no idea about OnlyFans and what the site was. He took Vegeta's words at face value. You shook your head and cupped his face in your sandy hands. "Baby no, it's not that. I have an account on this website where I sell some pictures of myself and it brings us in lots of money."

Goku wiped his eyes, blinking back anything else that could spill. "What do you mean?"

"These men that buy these pictures don't see me in person. They don't touch me. We don't have sex. It was just an easy solution to our money problem and I'm sorry I wasn't honest. Vegeta knew because Bulma told him. I can't be angry at her for that..."

"So-so you're not sleeping with other people. He made it sound so filthy."

"I can show you what I do when we're home." you reassure him. His face softened as the weight of the misunderstanding started to lift from his shoulders.

"I should've trusted you, I'm sorry." he whispered. You held him close to you, you thought through that night you could've lost him.

"I should've been honest from the start, I just didn't want you to worry. I'd never have wanted to have hurt you."

As he gently pulled back from you he summoned his nimbus cloud. Kissing your forehead gently he softly spoke, "I just want to understand everything. We can move forward together afterwards can't we?"

You nodded gratefully at his understanding words. Together, you climbed aboard your transport home. You could tell from the way he held you that he was still skeptical and his emotions were mixed. You wanted to do your best to help him understand.

Once you arrived back to your house, hand in hand you led Goku upstairs to show him the tripod and ring light set up in your spare bedroom. Sitting him down on the bed, you ran through how the site worked. He nodded along taking in every drop of information. You shown him how much income you brough in each day and explained what everything went to. Finally, you handed him your phone to look through the photos. His eyes widened in a gleeful way as he began to flick through them.

"Babe, you look smoking hot in these!" he beamed. You could feel the negative tension lift off your relationship and a new tension start to brew. Looking up with a smirk, "Can I help sometime?"

"You wanna help?" you gently smile. He nodded his head fast. His hands wandered to the front of your strappy dress, carefully slipping it down to reveal your bouncy, perky tits to him. You flushed red a little. Once your phone was propped up on the tripod, you posed for a few photos with your ever supportive boyfriend. You tried letting him control the ideas, however his Saiyan instincts were close to kicking in and wouldn't leave much time for many pictures. He stayed behind you in most of the shots, cupping your breasts with his big, strong, calloused hands or encouraging them down to play with your pussy. You hadn't done anything sexual on your account yet and allowed him to assist with teasy photos. His hands grabbing your ass, his hands squeezing your thighs. He was giving you the content that could only grow your platform more.

He gently left little bites and bruises on top of your breasts, neck and shoulders. With a cocky grin and a chuckle, he whispered in your ear, “Now they’ll know you belong to me.”

Finally, he took some of you sitting on top of him. You gently straddled him as he slipped his fingers in your mouth for the final shots, your spit dripping down his hand as he looked up at you in pure amazement.

"That's my girl," he said with a gently slap to your ass. You tilted your head gently as you looked down at your strong, sexy boyfriend pinned under your thighs.

"Do you have any other questions?"

"When can I fuck you for all your fans to see?"

[iliketangerines]

Hear me out

Male reader who’s built and looks like Li Shang from Mulan- and he’s also one of liu kang’s fighters. He’s basically blue balling the rest of fighter ((Raiden, Kenshi, Johnny, Lao-)) even liu kang and he knows he’s doing it because he knows he’s attractive and very popular with both genders. ((Gangbang basically))

be a man

a/n: kind of not a gang bang...but they're all there!

pairing: liu kang x amab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), exhibitionism/voyeurism, rimming, anal

you concentrate on the target, taking in a deep breath before you throw the apple up into the air and shoot an arrow straight through the fruit and into the bullseye of the target

smiling at your success, you look back at the others, Johnny, Kenshi, Raiden, and Kung Lao with their own bows and arrows and looking much more unsure of their own ability to do the same

at the edge of the training yard, you can see Liu Kang watching from a distance, sitting in his usual meditation pose, but his gaze is firmly fixed onto you

you shoot him a wink, something you know that he and the others can see before sighing, letting your bare chest heave up and down for show, and then you tell the others to try and shoot the arrow through the fruit

they clear their throats and unsteadily notch their arrows, and you observe their forms, eyes roaming over their bodies, before they release the arrows and fail to even hit the target

stifling a laugh, you walk over to Kenshi first at the start of the line, and you get up behind him, pressing your chest flush with his back and guiding his hands

your feet kick apart his for a better stance, and you can hear his breath hitch for just a moment as he tries to fight a blush from rising to his cheeks

you hum and tell him what he needs to improve in a gravelly voice, letting your hands rest over his as he pulls back the arrow and you adjust his position

your breath fans over the shell of his ear, and you tell him to release the arrow, feeling a shudder go through his body before he does so, the arrow hitting the target

not a perfect bullseye but better nonetheless, and you tell him he did well before you detach yourself from him, letting your hands linger over his hands before you move onto Raiden

he’s flushed, trying not to look at the display that you had with Kenshi, and you simply smile at him and tell him not to worry about his results

you don’t press flush against him like you did with Kenshi, rather you tell him to get into position, and you use your hands to gently fix his positioning

your hand tilts his head up and then you move around as your hand presses into his back as you tell him to puff his chest out a little more

as you circle him again, his muscles straining with the effort of keeping the bow flexed, you tell him to spread his legs just a little wider, and the arrow goes off and into the bushes

he looks embarrassed, a red flush covering his face and his posture is a bit hunched over, and you just laugh and let your hand rest on the back of his neck and tell him to not be so nervous about the bow, he’ll master it soon enough

slightly squeezing the back of his neck, you move away from him and onto Kung Lao and Johnny who unabashedly are looking at your displays with Kenshi and Raiden

Kung Lao has the dignity to at least look away at his bow when you walk over, but Johnny has no shame, staring at your bare chest directly and then finally flicking his eyes up to your gaze

you tell them to draw their bows, and you watch as they fumble into position and unable to resist temptation you put your hands on Kung Lao’s waist and feel him jump underneath your fingertips

telling him to relax, you tell him he did the best, he just needs to straighten his back a little bit, and he does so quickly

your hands wander up the curve of his spine to make sure it was in place, and you watch closely as he releases the arrow into the bullseye of the target

he turns around to look at you, nose nearly bumping into yours, and you laugh and tell him he did well before finally moving onto Johnny

the actor clears his throat and fixes his posture, eyes concentrated on the target, and you hum and only stand next to him, picking up a peach from the pile of fruit

you hum and take a bite out of it while standing next to him, letting out a small moan at the taste of the fruit, and then you throw the remaining bit of the peach into the air in front of his bow

he shoots it, arrow going clean through the flesh of the fruit and then into the bushes, and you turn around and lick the juices clean off your fingers as you make eye contact with him

telling him he did well and that he just needs to have more confidence in his skills, you circle back around and tell them to try again with what you just taught them

they obey easily and shoot the arrows at the target and they all hit the small circle of wood, and you once again go through them to correct their posture, though with a bit less flirtatiousness as your mind settles into your training

Liu Kang watches from a distance, hands clenching onto the fabric of his pants as he tries to control himself from simply dragging you away all for himself

you both know exactly what you were doing, flirting and teasing all of them at the same time, but Liu Kang can only breathe out through his nose harshly as he watches you give them advice

the day seems to pass by slowly as you finish up their training with the arrows and start hand-to-hand combat with them, watching them fight against each other

the god nearly burns his clothes when you fight against them all personally, assessing them personally and putting them into rather intimate positions

it sends his mind into a frenzy to see your bare torso flush with theirs or how your legs wrap around them to take them down

he stands up and takes his leave, needing a second to cool off and take a breather to think about what in the heavens he was going to do with you

when the next day comes around, you don’t think twice about going to Liu Kang’s room when one of the monks tells you he has summoned you

you walk down the hallways cheerily, opening the door to his chambers and finding him standing directly in front of the door

he wastes no time in grabbing your wrist and dragging you inside the room, slamming the door shut and pressing his lips to yours hurriedly

it scorches you from the inside, his hands holding on tightly to your body, the desperation of his lips as they move against yours, and his body pressed flush to yours

moaning into his mouth, you close your eyes and let him walk you backward until the back of your knees hit the bed and you flop down onto it

Liu Kang wastes no time in tearing off your clothing and bearing your chest to him, and he pushes you up further on the bed to place his lips onto your chest and bite at the sensitive skin

you let out a surprised yelp, hands going into his hair and mussing up the locks as you bite your lip and tilt your head back into the sheets

he ravages your skin, teeth digging into the skin and leaving small indents to mark you as his, and his lips suck dark hickeys into your skin

his warm hand comes up to one of your nipples, pinching it roughly to make you gasp and twitch underneath his body weight

your cock twitches as Liu Kang wraps his lips around your other nipple, tongue lapping firmly against it before scraping his teeth against the skin

you gasp and squirm underneath him, hands digging and tugging at his hair as he marks up your chest to show everyone that you were his

as his hand roughly squeezes at your breast, you whimper, the pain and pleasure mixing and sending it curling deep in your gut

your cock hardens and grinds against the material of your underwear as your hips involuntarily buck upwards, seeking friction as pre-cum starts to pearl at the tip and stain your underwear

he seems to know as well, smiling against your skin and letting out a low laugh, the vibrations going through your nipple and up your spine, filling your head with a haze

detaching from your nipple with a soft pop, he licks his lips at the sight of your marked chest before moving to your other nipple to give it the same treatment

his fingers are rough and calloused as he kneads at your skin, and you whine for him to do more, you want him to do more

Liu Kang growls and shoots a glare up at you, telling you that you don’t deserve more, not after that stunt you did with the other defenders yesterday

you whine and throw your head back, saying that you just wanted to tease him, and the god laughs and says then it’s his turn to tease you now

his statement makes you squirm underneath him in desperation, trying to find more friction against your aching cock, and he frowns at you, detaching himself from you

his hands grab onto your sides and flip you over onto your knees, your face smashed into the soft sheets, and he pulls down your pants to rub his hands over the plump flesh of your ass

he tells you to stop being so squirmy and squeezes at the round of your ass, making you whimper as your hips jut forward, cock hanging in the air

you whimper and try to look back at him to beg again, but his finger pressing against the rim of your asshole makes you gasp and grip onto the sheets to try and ground yourself in reality

your attempts at staying in control vanish when his tongue traces the rim and then pushes into you, making you whine and jut your hips backward into him

the pleasure and desperation hazes in your mind as he fucks you on his tongue, ignoring your cock, and Liu Kang uses his hands to keep your hips still

you can’t do anything except claw at the sheets and moan and gasp, only able to take what he gives you and nothing else

when you try to reach one of your hands down to pump at your dick, he pulls away from you and grabs the offending wrist, growling at you

in a flash, your hands are tied behind your back with his headband, and he leaves you helpless and needy on the bed as he goes to one of the drawers

there’s the sound of something plastic opening and then the cold lube being spread on your asshole, and you shiver at the feeling, trying to keep your breathing calm

you turn your head on the sheets, trying to see what he’s doing, and you can see his broad form, still fully clothed behind you

his thumbs spread your cheeks apart, and he coos at the sight of you clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled

he rubs his finger around the rim, putting enough pressure to slightly push past the entrance but not enough pressure to sink his finger into your warmth

you whine and try to push your hips backward, hands clenching together as you squirm in your bindings, and Liu Kang shushes you, telling you to be patient

it’s the sound of his hums and your gasps and strangled sounds as he simply teases you for what feels like forever, always circling and slightly pushing against the rim but never going in to fuck you on his fingers

finally, a sob crawls out of your throat, and Liu Kang sighs, spreading your hole again with his thumb, and he tells you to beg properly for him

a waterfall of words fall from your mouth, begging him to fuck you, please, you need him to fuck you so badly, please, please, please

he licks his lips and slips a finger into you, making your sentence cut short with a high-pitched keen, your pre-cum dripping onto the sheets

his finger is slow and careful, knowing exactly where to push and prod as he massages against your prostate, and it sends shivers of pleasure up your spine

Liu Kang is relentless, constantly bullying the spot and soon the pleasure turns into overstimulation as you writhe underneath his fingers and whine into the sheets

your mind is mush, barely able to function and sound out words as you just let out incomprehensible babble of pleasured moans

tears stain the pillow, and you gasp into the sheets as he slips in another finger to fully stretch you out, his fingers hot and burning as he fucks into you

you can’t even concentrate on how needy you are for him to touch your cock, and you whimper in displeasure when he slips his fingers out of you

he slightly pulls down his pants, just enough to pull out his cock and spread some more lube around the length and tease you with the tip, just barely pressing into you

your body twitches, hips slightly pushing back, but he tuts at you, smiling down at you as he manhandles your body so that you now sit on his lap

his arms effortlessly carry your weight to hold you over his lap and sink you down slowly on his cock, and you gasp and squeeze your eyes shut as he pushes into you

you feel so full, warm and hot and needy for him, and your arms struggle in their bindings as you gasp for air

Liu Kang trails his hands up your body, one hand groping at your chest and squeezing at the tender flesh while the other grips onto your face

his voice purrs into your ear as he tells you open your pretty eyes, and through teary vision, you can see the other four standing in the room, staring at you, their cocks in their hand as they stare at how Liu Kang has you perched in his lap

you hadn’t noticed that they had come in, and the god growls at you to watch them, watch them as you get fucked by your god otherwise he stops

his hands move back down to your hips, and he raises you up until just the tip remains inside of you and then he slams you back down, pressing against all the right stops

a pitiful whine leaves your lips as you stare at the four of them, trying to listen to Liu Kang and keep your eyes open

all four of them are so close to you, only a foot or so away, and they are entranced by your helplessness as Liu Kang fucks into you at a ruthless pace

your cock bobs pitifully up and down, neglected and flush for attention, but none of them can touch you, only able to pleasure themselves as Liu Kang shows everyone that you were his

you pant and whimper into the air, tears streaming down your cheeks as Liu Kang’s cock drags on your walls and bullies your prostate

he whispers into your ear to tell him how good he’s fucking you, how your his and only his to kiss and fuck, and he’ll let you cum

words can barely form on your tongue as he fucks into you, but you manage to warble out that he feels so good, that you’re only his, only his to have

it’s a struggle to breathe as you say that you’re made just for his cock, that he feels so good inside you and that no one else could ever fuck you this good

Liu Kang smirks from behind you as the others can only stand in front of you, panting hard as their hands quicken on their own cocks

the god’s hand finally moves to your weeping cock and roughly squeezes at it, pumping at it hard as he swipes his thumb over the tip

you keen and squirm in his grip, gasping for air as cum spurts out of your dick and splatters against your stomach, and the god hums and pumps you through your orgasm

as your head lolls back to rest on his shoulder, eyes barely able to stay open, Liu Kang grabs onto your hips again and bounces you on his own cock, chasing his own pleasure

there’s the echo of moans and grunts in the air as the others cum into their fists, cum dripping onto the floors as they watch Liu Kang fuck into you

he groans as he drags you down on his cock, your hips flush to his as he cums inside of you, the warmth filling you and causing a small bulge on your stomach

you can only whimper at the pressure and at the feeling of his cum leaking out of you, and you finally close your eyes and struggle for breath

the world sounds muffled as Liu Kang says something, and there’s the sound of footsteps and the door closing as the god moves you

he pulls you off of his cock, and you let out a small sound as he unties his headband from your wrists and lays your back against the soft sheets

you hear him telling you to rest, and you do so, curling up on the bed and grabbing onto the sheets as you let sleep take over your mind

Liu Kang cleans up you up with a rag, being careful to not wake you up, and he prepares some cut fruit and water for you on the drawer with a small note

as he walks back to the training grounds, the other four are already there, and he stands proudly, knowing that they know that you are the only one that would ever give him pleasure

[missmarveledsblog]

Not so solo after all ( fanboy x fan girl ( reader) )

summary : when our fanboy thinks he spending halloween without his girl she surprises him in more ways then one

warnings : it a day late soz but here is a halloween themed fic sort of goes with the fan girl fic i wrote but can be read alone , smutty but not smtty 18+

Fan girl

Halloween was a night of no judgment all nerd could dress as whatever they want and no one bats a lid only this was even better she was surprising her boyfriend given the two thought she was coming days later .  the flights overbook and misbooking of her own tickets til she was able to get last minute she spent the three hour flight perfecting her hair and makeup . she  had costume or costumes since she had a special one underneath , she was excited more excited than she’d been in a good long while . it was like a nerd like fairytale meeting mickey garcia , the fact the two had such similar  mindsets, both  so emersed in the nerd culture it was refreshing plus also exciting in more ways than one .  now she was sitting  in the car as nat was talking her ear off , a promise to do the female aviators makeup  before they headed to the hard deck .  she put her bags in as two enjoyed the emptiness of the house pulling the make up out  getting to work making nat the sexiest and scariest black cat ironic to bob saying he was going to be golden retriever suiting both personalities to a tea . 

“ so does fanboy know your dressing as his literal dream come through ?” the brunette smirked. 

“ nope he doesn’t even know i’m in san diego  , plus i send him like a million other costumes so” she giggled . 

“ but you know he’s gonna be han solo , i love it i can’t wait for him to short circuit it’s gonna be amazing” she rubbed her gloved hands together. 

“ i mean it’s skimpy leia costume but the real one is underneath”

“You didn’t … the bikini thing even hangman knows that one “ nat snorted . 

“ hey i mean it’s an iconic moment “ she shrugged . 

“ you might actually kill the poor guy you do know that?” 

“ i’m hoping he kills me or leaves me legless either is good  “ she winked . 

“ too much information but also get it “ nat smirked texting the guys she would be there soon just bringing a friend only for her phone to blow up from jake and rooster asking if she’s hot and a dibs wars soon spammed in the groupchat .  “ i didn’t even say if it was a girl or not “ she shook her head looking down at the phone . 

“ well pretty kitty lets blow them away shall we” y/n beamed . 

He tried honestly he did , it was hard not to be a downer when the one person who could fully appreciate the effort and accuracy of the costume wasn’t there or mainly he was just missing his girl and hadn’t  heard anything from in hours .  bob did tell him she helped with haunted house back when she was home so he understood she would be busy giving kids and teens the joys of the halloween spirit  but then again should he be listening to a man who looked like a golden retriever hybrid . 

“ hey come on lets have a good night “ rooster who was by far laziest of costume telling people he was tom selleck in magnum pi although it was his normal clothes. 

“ he’s all pouty missing his girl “ payback rolled his eyes dressed as blade   patted fanboy back rolling his eyes . 

“ i would too if my girl was hot as his .. what it’s truth “ hangman rolled his eyes dressed as cowboy ken doll  ascot and cowboy hat  suited him perfectly. 

“ we just need to distract him is all “ javy shrugged dressed as tarzan if tarzan was GQ model that was .  the boys tried their best cheering him up all banter and fun as he started to loosen up a little although he did check his phone and embarrassing amount of times or ignored rooster and hangman's dibs on phoenix mystery friend not that he cared much for it til the cheers and whistles erupted when the door or the hard deck opened  he didn’t bother looking up not once he was smiling at the screensaver selfie of them chilling and cozy wrapped up together. 

“ holy shit fanboy your gonna lose your little mind “ was all he heard jake saying as he looked up going to look at the man quick glance at the approaching figure before looking back and his jaw hitting that ground so fast he was sure it would fall off .  looking up he had to of die and went to a galaxy far far away when he took in the sight of the woman he fell hard and fast for .  he knew who she was a mile away although hers was more form fitting and short but she was the leia to his han solo . a quick and barely there hello  as he ran past nat on to grab his girl in his arms lifting her up  in his arms as she giggled . 

“ how .. what .. wow “ he beamed placing her down taking her in the white gown and her hair all scream both leia and sex appeal all in one . the white gown hitting tops of her thighs  and although it was still turtle neck ( hiding the collar ) , the chest of had a cut out section  show casing her cleavage and still concealing everything at same time ,  the belt was attaching to a corset , she made sure it was fitted to show enough and not ruin the surprise underneath . 

“ my mom’s friend gave me her ticket  since she wasn’t able to fly so i thought i would surprise you “ she  laughed as he kissed every part of her face. 

“Well darling ain’t you looking good to beam me up and take me away in the tardis “ jake winked as she looked personally offended  so did fanboy . 

“ the tardis is doctor who “ 

“ beam me up is star trek “ 

“ same thing right ?” he asked . 

“ even i know it’s not “ rooster snorted . 

“ let me get you a drink  princess “ fanboy turned his cheek hurting from the smiling taking her hand leading her to the bar to see both mav and penny behind the bar dress as sunny and cher . 

 The night actually truly starting  , he still couldn’t get over how lucky he was or the way he stood taller when he noticed people giving him a thumbs up when they saw her on his arm .  the fact she was dress as the first woman he’s ever had one an awakening to or been his major celebrity crush since he was little boy only made it hundred times better.  He couldn’t keep his hands off of her whether the touches were innocent or not so innocent .  Kisses turning more sloppy , more heated   signaling it was definitely time to leave .  a quick goodbye to her brother and there friends the two headed out into the night air  the whole time hands and lips not separated to lost in each other . 

The journey home was pretty much the same only the touches on her skin teasingly as he talk to the uber driver  purpose torturing his girl knowing it was driving her crazy , hand on  her thigh gliding up and squeezing the plus soft skin as he could see her side glance  biting her lip suppressing any sound that might come from those heavenly lips . sometimes  moment like this it was hard to believe she was his , this incredible goddess like woman that was his to have.  She was fighting it , fighting the desperate neediness that was dying to come out . when they finally arrived back at his place it was like she could thank whoever for finally cutting the torture . a quick goodbye to the driver and the two were gone almost running to the house.  Kissing his cheek , his neck suddenly the man didn’t know how to use a key so focused on  her touch he stood hover over the lock til she took them in her hands unlocking the door. 

“ i can’t wait anymore and been dying to show you my surprise” she winked heading off to his room dropping and pulling off her costume as he followed behind at this rate he was sure he was under some spell floating in the direction of his bedroom ready to be the solo to her leia .  then it all stopped  his breathing , thinking , shit he really died  and went to nerd central heaven .   it was perfect every part almost spot on accurate as he took in the browns , golds and blue of the lack of clothing .  like it couldn’t get better she took her bag clipping the chain to  the collar . 

“ the hair isn’t leia anymore but i think it still works “ she laughed as her hair fell from the buns sitting  messy and wild shit it really did . 

“ fucking  hell baby .. this was what was under your dress the whole time ?” he groaned coming toward one part of him didn’t wanna touch her , like she was mint condition couldn’t take it out of the box and another part of him wanted to tear the box to shreds and enjoy his present .  the soft nod  confirmed the answer to his question. Then it was like he came back to reality  and a fire breaking through pulling the chain pulling her to him kissing ever  part of her skin soft moans and whimpers falling from her lips pulling back looking into her almost black eyes , the rise and fall of her chest    and the curl of her lip  when she slowly fell to her knees  and  he swore his love was out to kill him tonight if it was it was working. That doe eyed looking up at him , hand going to his pant as he yanked the chain making her jolt forward ,  looking back up to see him smirking , coming to to his sense in a dangerous grin .

“ ready to see the galaxies baby “ he smirked leaning down  making her breathe hitch knowing she was done for but fuck was she  excited for it 

[sanyu-thewitch05]

1000 follower special!

So I decided to make this huge headcanon post for Yandere ocs(since my Yandere stories are part of why I got so many followers). I’ll probably do a part 2 later. Thank you to everyone who took the time to read my pieces of writing.

Yandere Jock🏈🏉

Brad is horny. He will literally beg you to let him have sex with you.

Luckily he does have every contraceptive and pregnancy prevention medicine possible.

A new oral birth control comes on the market, he gets it for you. You want to get an IUD? He makes an appointment.

As you get further in the relationship, eventually he will get therapy for himself because he got sick of seeing you so embarrassed whenever he tries to fight other guys who look at you back in your college years.

Thankfully said therapy changes him for the better.

Pre-therapy Brad would’ve been happy that you got pregnant and wouldn’t even think of an abortion.

But with therapy, when Brad finds out you’re pregnant, he immediately asks if you’re ok, do you want the baby(Cus if you don’t he’ll pay for the abortion and take care of you afterwards)

If you choose to keep the baby, he’s putting his marriage Pinterest boards to use.

If you thought bridezillas were bad, then you haven’t met Bradzilla.

“I can’t stress my fiancé out with all the wedding stuff! She’s pregnant and I can’t risk her and babies health!”

He makes sure everything is perfect and even buys a new house for you and the baby.

Brad waits on you hand and foot. Literally watches all the Instagram reels for baby hacks.

Yandere Vampire🦇🩸

Nos feels guilty about the wedding.

He literally tries to make up with your grandma and family.

Let’s just say you had to pull your grandma and every male relative off Nos.

Nos’s family treats you wonderfully.

They even help you through your vampire pregnancy.

Meanwhile, your family eventually accepts Nos and tolerated what he did to you.

Nos is rich af and he treats you like he is.

Even though you’re married, you’re going on midnight dates.

You are wined and dined.

He even cooks meals for you

Nos makes strawberry sorbet mixed with blood of your choice.

He is definitely a kiss man. Literally loves kissing your cheeks and neck.

Nos does apologize for scaring every boy away from you. You had to understand it was so he could marry you and your village wouldn’t be destroyed silly-

Guides you through being a vampire and even helps you get powerful enough to be in the sunlight.

Which pleases you greatly because you loved your village’s summers.

Yandere Werewolf 🌕🐺

The switch between Aaron’s personality when he’s a human vs a werewolf is like night and day.

The minute Aaron goes back to normal and sees you, NAKED, in his cave….oh boy…

“Aaaahh! I’m sorry I glanced at your body!”

You almost start to miss the werewolf him. Almost.

Aaron’s semi traditional values kick in and he immediately proposes and starts wedding plans so it will look like the baby was conceived AND born in wedlock.

The good side is that with marrying Aaron you get the amazing villa out in the French countryside surrounded by beautiful flowers.

The bad side is that Aaron has free reign to control his werewolf abilities.

And that’s when his shy personality becomes more dominant.

I mean you find it hot, but the amount of body hair he sheds makes you irritated.

At least he takes good care of his hair and washes it. And he goes through the effort of waxing and shaving his legs just to appease you(take that body standards!)

He gets even hotter when living in the woods because he lets his hair grow out.

Aaron even lets you pull his back length hair during sex.

He’s also a great father. He will chase and play with pups while you rest up.

Your children love their papa and mama. Aaron lets the pups climb on his hair.

Aaron also teaches you how to breastfeed, change diapers, etc.

He actually took a parenting class before he got bit.

Aaron also took care of you during the pregnancy. Literally snuggled, gave you food, took you to appointments, fed you prenatal vitamins. He even acted your body pillow.

[calbeloved]

have this little thing about dante and leo from my au i have yet to put into actual words and out of my head. gal's here too cause i love him <333

Dante places his hand on Leo's cheek. He makes an effort to keep them still and to not press too hard; Leo will not be able to pull away, even if it will hurt him. He breathes slowly and consistently. There's no reason not to. Leo copies him. Or maybe he is copying Leo- he has been the one breathing almost mechanically perfect for the last two weeks now, while Dante was… not. Panic attacks and shortness of breath and holding it and the attacks of coughing… He tries, but trying is often far from enough.

He slides down his hand further down, passing by the pulse point – still beating, good, but at the same time, it stays unchanging; follows a rhythm and doesn't flutter when Dante reaches out and ghosts his fingers over the skin. It hasn't for a long time, even before all this.

He tries to ignore it. Pretend that it doesn't make his heart skip a beat and ache- that it doesn't make him sick to his stomach.

The hand moves down, breaking contact with skin and instead pausing in the middle of the gray shirt. Leo had never bothered to change his clothes, especially after… after Dante was told everything. It was him that used to nag Leo about it. They used to go shopping together, when money finally was enough to do so. Before Leo left, of course. Now he just stands here. Unmoving. Just breathing, yet not quite alive.

The tattoos covering his skin are hidden under the shirt, yet Dante remembers well enough (perfectly, he can never forget, he was there) where they are for it to hurt. His hand moves as the lungs inside Leo's body expand and compress, unchanging. Always the same, no matter what he does. The heart beats. He feels it thumping, and wonders if this is better than Leo dying.

Because… He's not here. He's not alive, not really.

(He hadn't been for a long time before this, too. Leo has never really been Leo, not when Dante knew him, anyway. And yet it hurts. It hurts so much.)

But maybe it counts for something. He's here, after all. Dante visits and he sees Leo, and knows that his body will be safe, at the very least.

He cannot say the same for many people he loves. For any of them.

“Well? Can we go now? It's boring in here.”

Dante scowls.

“You could have a bit of respect, you know,�� he mutters, yet moves away just the slightest bit. He turns his head and meets Gal's gaze; the man is raising an eyebrow and leaning on the wall with crossed arms.

Still, where Dante goes, Gal follows, so Dante looks back at Leo without much rush.

Gal scoffs. He doesn't move any closer, though, so he's not as impatient as he tries to pretend he is.

“He's my friend. You can wait 2 minutes.” Dante doesn't bring up that he himself was waiting for Gal to do his makeup for at least 20 minutes yesterday- Gal is surely aware he's referring to it.

“What-ever. He was my friend too, but you don't see me groveling at his feet, do you?”

Dante doesn't answer. He brings his hand up back to Leo's cheek and just tries not to think about hugging him. It sounds nice, but he knows not feeling Leo hugging him back would make him cry. He already feels unstable enough today. There's no need for that.

He just traces the bones under the skin and passes his fingers through Leo's hair and tries not to feel too sick that his friend doesn't react.

“...we should leave now, if we want to go to that store. The movie is starting soon.” Gal says eventually, and it sounds a bit more softer this time. Awkward, yes, but nice, nonetheless.

“Yeah.” Dante doesn't hug Leo. He stares into his eyes instead; those empty irises that don't focus on anything anymore. “Yeah.”

And so he leaves. Doesn't say anything as Gal nudges him to walk first. Doesn't think about the fact that he was supposed to watch this movie with Bea. Doesn't try his best to remember the last time Leo smiled at him- he cannot, because it's been too long.

He just reaches out his hand and waits until Gal grips it to dig his fingers into it. At least one person will stay. That's always something.

[because-of-a-friend]

Seventeen Reaction: Your Birthday

MASTERLIST

Thanks for the request anon! I hope you don’t mind, since you wanted either, I just turned it into a reaction so that way both could be included (I also feel like I’m best at this writing format lol).

Remember gifs aren’t mine! If you like them, pls click through and show their OPs some love!!!!

Warnings: None I think, let me know if I missed anything!

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

Seungcheol is the perfect boyfriend to celebrate a birthday with. He is attentive and listens so anything you mention throughout the year that you might want or  an activity you want to do- he’s going to remember. He loves to spoil you, so expect gifts throughout the day. He probably wants to spend a lot of time one on one and show you how happy he is that you’re in his life, but he also realizes you want to see your friends and family. He’ll probably plan two events. There will be a really big party for everyone in your life. He stresses over making it perfect lol. He wants you to have a good time with the people you love without any other worries. After that, he’ll want a nice dinner with just the two of you. You get to pick any restaurant you want, he’ll make it happen. Any birthday with Cheol feels like a perfect rom-com romance scene. 

YOON JEONGHAN

I don’t know why but something makes me absolutely positive that this man gives you as many flowers as possible on your birthday. You wake up in the morning to flowers, you come downstairs to flowers, you get into your car to flowers, you come home to more flowers, every time he sees you- a flower. “Hannie, what on earth are we supposed to do with all of these?” you ask, feeling as though your house is nearly overflowing with flowers. He’ll probably do something really cute like press some flowers from each bouquet and put them around a picture of the two of you as a gift for your next birthday:(. Each birthday with Jeonghan is just tons of flowers. He’ll do other things as well: he tries to make you a cake every year (he’s getting really good at it), he’s also into getting you nice jewelry, he’ll take you to do whatever you want to do that day. He doesn’t like planning lots in advance because he prefers to do what you’re in the mood for that day. But he’ll make it fun no matter what.

JOSHUA HONG

Joshua simply does not trust his intuition enough to plan anything for your birthday on his own. Don’t get me wrong, he’ll take care of it all. But before he does, he will ask you directly what you want and what you want to do so he can give it all to you exactly how you want it. He’ll try to get you at least one gift or plan one activity that you’re not expecting so that you’ll have a little bit of a surprise, but he feels a lot better knowing that most of it is what you definitely want. Usually he likes to include a handwritten letter telling his favorite memories with you in the past year and how much you mean to him. That way with a few extras, you’ll have not only the birthday you wanted, but also some gifts from his heart to show how much he cares. He just wants you to have a good birthday.

WEN JUNHUI

As always, Jun is a bit of a wild card. He’s also unsure he knows what to plan for you. But instead of asking you, he just tries different things every year. From giant parties to quiet dinners, Jun has done it all for you. It’s always exciting to see what adventures your birthday will hold this year. Since he’s done so much for your birthday, he always tries to find somewhere new. Trips, museums, festivals. One year, he even took you around town to every place you could get something for free when it’s your birthday. He’s not too big on gifts, most of his effort goes into the experiences he tries to create for you. So usually, you get one really nice, thought-out gift from him along with a day of fun.

KWON SOONYOUNG

Hoshi loves birthdays. Like absolutely loves them. He gets more excited about your birthday than you lol. Hoshi is like a little kid on Christmas on your birthday. He’ll wake you up at the crack of dawn and already be yelling about how it’s your birthday. There’s no way you’re not partying. Hoshi wants you to have the most fun with all the people who care about you. So whether you go out on the town or throw a party at home, Hoshi is going to make sure you’re being celebrated. He’s BIG on gifts. Gag gifts, serious gifts, humorous gifts, sentimental gifts. He’ll do it all. You love it but usually by the end of the night, you’re wondering how on earth you’re going to out-do him for his birthday lol.

JEON WONWOO

Wonwoo also doesn’t like to plan for you in case he messes up. But he truly tries his best. His go to is a nice dinner. Wonwoo knows how stressful life can be so he tries to make sure it’s a day of rest for you. He’ll make breakfast for when you wake up. He books you a spa appointment with all the extras that you could want added. One year you actually convinced him to go with you. He’ll never forgive you for the hundreds of pictures you took of him with a towel wrapped around his hair and cucumbers over his eyes. Anything that soothes you, he will make happen that day. He’ll make you your favorite warm drink, make sure any work calls are blocked, and just let you do whatever relaxes you. Then he ends it all with a very nice dinner with a nice bouquet of flowers and a sweet gift. 

LEE JIHOON

This nerd probably writes you a song for your birthday. It’s not his fault he’s so cheesy, that’s just one of the only ways he feels comfortable expressing his true feelings. Also because it’s him, the song is actually very beautiful and well made, not a cheesy cheap song. He literally doesn’t know how to plan a birthday. He usually depends on your friends to help. They say what they need and he makes sure it happens. He’ll add his own little touches to the party to make it a little bit his and just to know he did something for you. He’ll also stress over what to get you. This stuff really does not come easily to him. Not because he doesn’t care or because he doesn’t know you. But because no idea seems good enough. So he may need a little help with gifts and parties, but it always turns out perfect.

LEE SEOKMIN

Seokmin is also super into birthdays. He loves getting to celebrate you on your day. He’s not into super big parties. He’ll probably plan a small gathering with your closest friends and family. He might even plan a day trip to the beach or somewhere for all of you. He’s the type that calls each person personally and tells them how much it would mean to both him and you if they could come celebrate your birthday :(. It results in a slew of comments from everyone in your life implying that you need to marry him. He just wants you to have fun with all the people you love on your birthday. He’s also the type to just get you one or two really nice gifts that he put a lot of thought into.

KIM MINGYU

If you have a party that includes friends and family, Mingyu will make sure it’s planned for a different day. He’s a little selfish, he wants you all to himself on your actual birthday. He wants to spend every moment all over you. He’s also a big fan of lazy days on your birthday. You’ll spend most of the morning cuddling. If you want to go out, he’ll still be nearly on top of you the whole time. He’s holding your hand, hugging you from behind, sitting next to you instead of across from you in restaurants. He also doesn’t do much planning, he lets you lead the day. He’ll take you anywhere you feel like going and pay for absolutely everything. Do not even try to pull your wallet out, it’s not happening. If you so much as look at something like you want it, he’s buying it for you. He just wants to spoil you on your special day.

XU MYUNGHO

He’s also a fan of more intimate gatherings for your birthday. If he plans a party it’ll just be close friends and family. He really likes taking you on trips for your birthday. Usually pretty nature spots but if you prefer something else, he’s happy to go there too. They’re very nice trips too, usually a week long, with lots of activities planned, and plenty of time to just rest. Like Mingyu, if he sees you out shopping during the trip, he’ll buy you anything you want. He’s also your personal photographer so you have plenty of nice photos to show off once you get back. When it comes to gift he cares more about sentimental type gifts. He wants something that shows he cares or something he put a lot of effort into making himself (your apartment is filled with very nice art painted by him). He just wants to show you he cares.

BOO SEUNGKWAN 

Also not much of a planner. He’ll let you lead the way for your birthday but he’ll hype up whatever you want to do. He also does a lot of research to make sure you get the best out of any experience you want. He does anything he can to make sure the day runs smoothly. He’s much bigger on gifts. He will shower you in gifts. He spends the whole year buying the things he knows you want just to give it all to you for your birthday. He is very intuitive when it comes to gift giving, you’re never disappointed by a gift from Seungkwan.

VERNON CHWE

Also prefers for your birthday to be just you and him. And also a big fan of trips on your birthday. He also likes taking you to very unique experiences. Maybe there’s an art exhibit temporarily in town, or a festival, or a show. If he does a trip it’ll be one that he saved up for for a very long time and be a once in a lifetime experience. Your birthday is special so he wants it to be full of things you don’t usually get to do. If you do throw a party he’ll pick very interesting venue locations so that it’s still something special. His gifts will also be more of the sentimental type. And often he gets you tickets to more fun things to do. He believes spending time with you while doing his best to make you happy is the best gift he has to offer.

LEE CHAN

Strangely good at planning birthdays. He’s the oldest in his family so he can be very responsible. He always knows exactly what you want and makes sure that it happens. You want a big party with all your family and friends? He’s planning for weeks to make sure it’s perfect. You want a nice dinner with you and him? He’s made reservations at the nicest place in town. You want to go on a trip? Name the place and he’ll book the tickets. You just want to hang out around town and do whatever comes up? He’s packing a backpack to make sure you guys are prepared to stay out all day. When it comes to gifts, however, you need to tell him exactly what you want. He’ll get it, but he needs guidance lol.

[therabbitthatpostthings]

Hashira Secret Santa

(Modern AU?? This is really silly btw, probably ooc for the sake of funnies)

Obanai

Obanai gets thoughtful gifts for Mitsuri only and is pissed that Shinobu wouldn’t help him rig the pulls to get Mitsuri for the 5th time in a row. He tries to get nice and good gifts for everyone (even Giyuu on occasion). He’s the type to get shopping done early when the weather starts to change just to be extra prepared.

He ended up getting Muichiro a pair of headphones that are also noise cancelling.

He took Mitsuri out to dinner anyway

Muichiro

Muichiro…. he remembered to show up today so everyone was fine with that. He didn’t really know what would be a good gift and consulted Tanjiro on it since he knew Kyojuro (slightly) better. Tanjiro suggested getting him a flame patterned ramen bowl.

Muichiro ended up getting him a full ceramic set and a little owl shaped keychain.

Kyojuro

Kyojuro is somehow a mess and very organized when it comes to secret Santa shopping. Every year he goes through hell planning gifts- forgetting about them and then remembering and scrambling to buy things. And it always works out?!

He was very excited this year because Tengen always gave him the best gifts and he knew that only something flashy could match the flashy Hashira. Not only that he wanted to get something for his wives as well.

This man, got the gaudiest (fuck ugly) pair of sneakers custom made for Tengen. A horrific yet cohesive mess of colors and rhinestones and Tengen LOVES IT. Tengen is crying and already modeling the shoes- he will them for the rest of the party.

Kyojuro got a nice tea set for Hina, a book collection for Makio (disguised as a shoebox, I like to think she likes trashy romance and is embarrassed about it), and a giant 7ft tall stuffed animal for Suma.

For the first time ever, all three of them considered Tengen proposing to Kyojuro.

Tengen

Like Obanai, Tengen is also super pissed Shinobu wouldn’t help him get Kyojuro again this year. He plans his shopping ahead of time for at least a month and buys everything all in one day. He wraps it all in one day too.

Tengen admires Gyomei’s strength and fortitude, so getting a gift that represents that was very important to him. It only makes sense that the God of Festivals would get the flashiest and best gifts for his colleagues. So it came as a surprise to everyone when Gyomei opened his box to find several cat toys. Gyomei immediately started crying because he thought no one remembered his two cats. Tengen also offered to come over and set up a scratching post for them.

Gyomei

Sanemi was a hard person to shop for, even for Gyomei who prided himself on knowing good gifts to get people. The whole ordeal was really stressing him out. Especially since, Sanemi didn’t want to participate in the first place. Gyomei toiled over this for a long time before deciding to do something.

Sanemi opened to his box to find, sweaters. Hand knitted sweaters. They weren’t perfect but you could tell they were made with effort. Gyomei also motioned towards him, a hot chocolate making set with decorative mugs. Sanemi just stood a little quiet, then turned and said thank you while putting on the white and blue sweater.

Sanemi

Speaking on not wanting to participate, Sanemi hated the fact that he had pulled Giyuu’s name! He yelled- no- DEMANDED Shinobu pull again.

Being the brother he is Sanemi actually gets his shopping done in a timely manner and doesn’t stress over the holidays. He won’t admit it but Christmas time is a beloved time to him.

So imagine the frustration of getting Giyuu a gift. FUCKING GIYUU! The most punchable, antisocial loser imaginable! He thought it was dumb but didn’t want to get shit from anyone for just giving him a mug or something. What a pain…

He had to go to the one person that could help him now. Tanjiro…

Giyuu opens the box to find a light blue knit scarf with an ocean wave pattern at the ends. On top were two braided hair ties, one was blue and white and the other was red, yellow and green. Before anyone could say anything, Giyuu softly thanked him and tied the second tie into his hair. For some reason, they both looked embarrassed.

Giyuu

Every year Giyuu buys 5 gifts, one of Urokodaki, one for Makomo, one for Sabito and recently, Tanjiro and Nezuko. He functioned just fine doing that. Never needing to stress because he always had an idea of what they would want. Giyuu was the only other person who didn’t want to participate in Secret Santa because he knew Shinobu wouldn’t allow him to pull her name.

Giyuu was silently stressing now because just idea of getting Obanai a gift seemed impossible. The two didn’t get along he was sure Obanai actually hated him. Scratch that he was 100% sure Obanai hated him. It was far too late for him to back out however, everyone had picked and no one would trade with him (he was too timid to ask anyway).

And like the Angel she is came in Mitsuri who offered helpful piece of advice. Here stands Obanai holding a free meal ticket at his favorite restaurant (it’s actually Mitsuri’s) because what’s a better present to him than being able to treat her. Giyuu also brought a tiny sweater for Kabarumaru that had gloves sewn on to look like he’s holding his own glove and a coiled snake ring.

Obanai muttered a half-hearted “Thank you,” and you could feel the tension in the air soften as Giyuu released all the unnecessary pressure from off his shoulders.

Shinobu and Mitsuri,

Somehow got each other for Secret Santa! Knowing this they both decided to get a present they could both enjoy on top of the individual gifts. Mitsuri gifted Shinobu some expensive perfumes while Shinobu gave Mitsuri some designer dresses. They both decided to reward themselves with a trip to a hot spring the following weekend after Christmas and spend New Years relaxing. The same relaxing hot springs Tengen and his wives would be attending that they also invited Kyojuro to! What a strange turn of luck?!

Makes you wonder why Obanai is glaring at Shinobu so hard…

[dathomirdumpsterfire]

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-Chapter Three-

Maul cackles when the jedi goes limp in his hold. Weak. Defeated. Submissive. Oh, what a beautiful thing it is!

He dumps the other man onto his ass and retreats to the water's edge, nearly euphoric. "Enjoy your prison, Kenobi. I hope you find it very comfortable."

Blue eyes glare at him from the floor, but it only delights him further. Maul rolls backwards on slippery black scales, and disappears into the water.

It is time to let the jedi stew in his dwindling hope. Maul intends to find ways to give it back to him... and take it... and give it... and take it. The perfect game, endless amusement until he decides it is time to break the jedi for good.

He swims gracefully through the cave system, almost dancing through the water in his delight. Maul heads for open seas and the room to move. There is a geyser field not far off, with luminous magma flows on the sea floor which make for warm currents and good hunting. The perfect place to plan his next move.

Kenobi, Kenobi, Kenobi… how to keep a Kenobi? To keep him bloody, barely mobile? To keep him starved, begging for food? To keep him... or to kill him?

Oh, ohhhh, how good it would feel to plunge his claws into the jedi's guts, to tear his liver from him and eat it while he watches, hopeless and dying. The very idea is enough to give Maul the chills.

But only… only once. He can only kill Kenobi once.

It would not do to rush the finale, he thinks. Killing him too quickly would only rob Maul of his due, and spare him the full spread of his just desserts.

The dragonfish sith rides the thermals of the magma field, and tries to focus through his own crazed glee enough to plan. Enough to think through logistics.

How best to keep a Kenobi?

First, containment.

The caves were his home, winding tunnels with multiple air pockets, rooms as big as a cargo bay and as small as a closet. It had always been a boon that some sections went closer to the surface… but did they go too close? How far could a force user go without breathing? He isn't sure, anymore. Some knowledge from his old life is simply gone, decomposed during the process of his rebirth.

He would have to get Kenobi to admit to his own limits.

Hmmm… perhaps putting something the jedi wants into a cave not far from the empty room he was stuck in, and encouraging him to go to it? Then another thing, a little further away. He could see how much effort it took…

Yes, a test. He could design a test. That would do. Later.

What else? …food. Yes, food was important.

Maul snatches a blind eel fish from the rocks, and considers it thoughtfully before tearing it's head off with his teeth. Could Kenobi eat eel? Crab? Can jedi live off the sea as he does? Could their weak stomachs process raw fish? This knowledge is also missing, and what personal references he has to compare it with are spoiled by dint of his original species. Zabrak were obligate carnivores. He is still an obligate carnivore. Unhelpful.

But would a hungry jedi admit what he wanted to eat? Maul could even frame it as a kindness, to keep him off base. Room service in prison, what luxury!

He rolls over in the water, laughing silent bubbles that catch the green glow of his eyes and scatter it. The light attracts a school of small, clear fish. He plucks one from the stream of them and pops it in his mouth like an hors d'oeuvre.

What else, what else…

Containment, nourishment… hm. Maul struggles to think of what else a prisoner might need to survive. Perhaps more will come to him later? He will think on it again. In the meantime, he will go back to Kenobi. Watch him, and see if he tries to escape, to wander, or to get into Maul's private cave. There are weapons there, and he will not be allowed such things.

With sufficient plans for the time being, the dragonfish sith returns, drifting into the water of the prison cave slowly, stealthily. He rises up in a shadowy corner so that only his eyes and ears are above the water line.

The jedi is still there. He is pacing, holding a wristcomm up to his mouth and speaking into it.

"This is jedi master Obi-Wan Kenobi. If anyone hears this message, please contact the temple on Coruscant and inform them that I am trapped underwater in a cave system off the coast of Theed. Tell them Darth Maul lives. You will be rewarded for the effort. Please."

Kenobi draws in a breath, turns to take another lap of the space, and begins again. "This is jedi master Obi-Wan Kenobi…"

Maul covers his mouth with a hand, holding in the snickering that wants to escape and give his position away.

Oh how fun! The fool thinks a little wristcomm has enough signal strength to be heard through leagues of water and stone. Grinning, he sits and watches the other man uselessly call for help, making bets with himself on how long the hope would linger in those blue eyes, how many repetitions it would be before Kenobi gave up begging to empty ocean.

He gets to seventy four repeats before the jedi sits down on a rock, elbows on his knees. One hand holds up his forehead, while the other bears up the comm device to his mouth. At a hundred and sixteen loops his voice trails off, scratchy, and then he falls silent.

Maul slides through the water, going down and under, then coming back up in a pool close to the jedi's left side. He puts effort into stealth, setting his arms on the shore and putting his chin down on them.

There, he waits to be noticed.

Minutes tick by in a pleasant daze. Kenobi sits before him, bent and broken, hope for rescue leaking from him like a cracked glass. Maul watches the man, tail swishing in the water, and thinks he could do this for years. Just sit, and bear witness to Kenobi's growing misery.

The jedi coughs. The dragonfish sith frowns.

Kenobi coughs again, dragging a hand down his pale face.

He is falling ill? Already? Maul scowls ferociously. He is weak! Already he is dying? No! No!

The jedi can only die when he allows it, and not before!

His tail slaps the water in agitation, and they both freeze. The sith quickly wipes all expression from his face, relaxing back onto his forearms as Kenobi turns to look at him.

"Back again, I see," the man says grimly. "Come to kill me?"

Maul grins at him, ever cheered by the idea. The man looks at his mouth and grimaces, seemingly put off by all his excellent teeth.

"Did your allies not return your calls, jedi? What a shame... perhaps they do not want you anymore?" he says, in the tone of a sympathetic confidant. "Do not fret, I will keep you."

"Or you could not," the man suggests dryly. "What worth could I possibly have to you, except for dead?"

Maul laughs at his naivete. "Tell me Kenobi, what do you eat?"

The jedi turns on his rock to face Maul. "Are you taking special requests? Because I would trade my shirt for a shadwa club sandwich right now."

The sith snorts, "Think seafood, imbecile."

Kenobi looks at him, really looks at him, and Maul finds himself compelled to roll his tail, showing off the translucent blue fins and the pretty dots that line him.

He blinks, confused as to where that inclination had come from.

"You're intending to keep me alive then?" the jedi asks.

Maul refocuses, his grin returning as he drags himself up out of the water. He gathers the length of himself beneath his torso and sways closer. "Yesss, jedi. You are here to suffer. You may only know the privilege of death when I am satisfied with my revenge."

Kenobi looks up at him from under long, damp eyelashes, assessing. "I truly doubt you can keep me alive, sith. This cave of yours will run out of oxygen sooner rather than later. I'm already burning through energy trying to stay warm, because everything is wet and freezing cold. I am actively healing myself to handle the pressure acclimation, and I cannot continue for long without a place to rest that won't simply result in hypothermia. Besides, what am I to drink? Saltwater? Hah."

Maul leans back on his tail, brow furrowing.

The jedi stands to meet him, crossing his arms. "I'll be dead in hours at worst, days at best, so you had better decide between watching me asphyxiate, killing me yourself, or letting me go before it happens."

Maul gnashes his teeth in agitation, clawing at the force for answers. No. No! Hours? His revenge cannot end in hours! He has dreamed of it for years!

"Well?" Kenobi asks, droll, "What's it going to be, hmm? Murder or mercy?"

He hisses, "Shut up! I am thinking."

The jedi simply watches him, calm, leaning back on one hip.

Maul flexes his hands, clawed fingers clenching and unclenching. "You will not run out of air. It is always fresh here. Cold… cold. Water. Wetness. Cold. Water." He mutters to himself, thinking of solutions, then raises his chin. "What is most fatal to you, jedi? Which of these threats would steal you away from me first?"

Kenobi looks away, and for a moment it seems as if he's considering the consequences of silence… but then those blue eyes come back around. "The cold. I need to warm up, or my heart will give out."

The dragonfish sith mentally chews on that. He seems warm, to himself, but what temperature is that? Hm. The only thing also warm to him down here are the magma flows… but perhaps their gift could be borrowed?

"I will return," he says, and flips himself back into the water.

Maul swims out to the same field, sinking down and hunting until he finds a brightly lit geyser. The small mountain glows luminous and orange at the core, so hot that even the frigid seawater cannot temper it.

Cautiously, the sith reaches out with the force, pulling on a chunk of molten stone as big as he is. The magma is slippery and uncooperative, but he is determined and far more powerful than mere rock. He pulls a ball of it up and out of the geyser, pushing it through the water and away from the mount by the force.

As it rises the edges cool, becoming a black shell that belies the burning within. Once it is raised high he approaches, finding that it is too hot to touch, but pleasant to be near. Perfect.

Very pleased with himself, Maul swims back to the caves, fighting with the ball to get it through the winding corridor. At one point he has to set the black shell down and batter at an outcropping to make way. When approaching Kenobi's cave, he must also take care to keep the rock from touching the plants and burning their air-giving leaves and light shedding mosses.

He rises from the water perhaps half an hour after leaving. The jedi is in one corner, looking miserable and damp.

What a delightful thing to return to.

Maul drags the magma ball up into the room with the force, where it takes up space at the center. After a moment, steam begins to waft off the surface.

"What in the blazes is that?" asks the jedi, rising to his feet.

Maul points at it, preening, "Warm."

[rainhalydia]

Murder, tax fraud - take 2

I've posted a bit of this before, but I've retouched the part posted a bit since, so I'm posting what will amount to a first chapter at once here. Just finished writing this silliness literally this minute after MONTHS of nothing, so I'm very happy. Will probably post on Ao3 once I've edited it a bit.

Behold, Minshan and Wangji's modern AU sexcapade:

The Jianghu is located on a three-store building, the front a refined affair of muted colors and understated refinement. The reception area is more four generation law firm than gym. There is not a whiff of sweat in the air or grease stains anywhere. Even with coming here for a year already, Su Minshan is still shocked at… well, everything about it. These days, he makes an effort to hide his awe. He knows better than to show any appreciation for what others take for granted.

Old money does things differently. He has his own gym equipment at home – weights, mats, treadmill, an ergonomic bike when he feels like taking in some fresh air – but as with everything else, coming here is not about exercising. It’s about seeing and being seen. Networking. Casual conversation in the hallways. Someone vaguely remembering your face when you cross paths on an actual business setting, and that faint recognition landing you an advantage, however small. Things that don’t come naturally to Su Minshan, which makes every small step forwards all that more crucial.

A part of him still scoffs at such a thing as an exclusive gym. He would have thought the price would be the only real barrier, an invisible but almost insurmountable deterrent, but the elite can’t have any contact with the riff-raff, not for anything as mundane as cardio or weight training. It took bribing and favors to get an invite here. When it finally arrived, it came in a golden-trimmed scroll, a password written in perfect calligraphy. So expensive Su Minshan almost felt unworthy of touching it.

He knows he is worthy of it all. He has actually worked for all he has, earned his good fortune and success. He deserves it much more than the plethora of heirs and trophy wives here, it’s an objective fact. And yet, he always feels out of place among these people who should be his peers, their silence judgment or indifference weighting on him more than the barbell he’s lifting dutifully.

The feeling increases tenfold the day Lan Wangji walks through the door.

He turns heads as he passes, as it’s to be expected. His face is perfect, even more so than in his teen years, for not even that peerless beauty had escaped a few pimples. He’s filled out too, adolescent lankness replaced by bulging muscle. If the world was fair, Minshan would say Lan Wangji had been through at least a few lipo to attain such a completely sculpted shape. As it is, he can believe he is all natural.

Of course he doesn’t notice Su Minshan. Unlike the nightmare hall monitor, virtuoso musician, star athlete that helped parents shatter the confidence of all Chinese-American kids in school, Su Minshan had been a nobody. He studied hard, got good grades, and tried his best at extracurriculars, but nothing that could grab the attention of Lan Wangki, much less amount to something like a proper rival for him.

Still, something in him burns seeing his old one-sided nemesis walk by, long shiny hair flowing behind him like he carries his own portable, invisible wind-machine for a shampoo ad effect everywhere. It would be less humiliating if he had an actual wind-machine on him. Then Minshan’s own hair, plastered to his nape, wouldn’t be so offensive.

Before he can talk himself out of it, he positions himself next to Lan Wangji and watches, arms crossed, as he goes through a series on the bench press. Three repetitions of forty, three plates each side. No spotter.

He doesn’t wait for Lan Wangji to wipe away the sweat or put away the weights. He barely waits for Lan Wangji to vacate the bench. As soon as the man is up, Su Minshan takes his place.

He can bench six plates just fine, though usually with less repetitions. It doesn’t matter now. He copies Lan Wangji’s series, arms straining under the unfamiliar push on top of having done his own training already, and only stops when he has finished the whole thing.

There’s no helping the self-satisfied smirk on his face when he’s done. Take that, Lan Wangji! You’re not the only strong guy here!

The smirk grows when he sees that Lan Wangji has been watching him, as openly as Su Minshan had done.

With a nod, Lan Wangji goes to the next exercise – the abductor. Of course perfect Lan Wangji doesn’t skip leg day. Then, he looks at Su Minshan, making sure he’s watching, and starts his series.

It’s uncomfortable, this time, to watch Lan Wangji open and close his legs. It’s impossible to not notice the bulge in his groin, perfectly tucked in and yet so big that it cannot be hidden; the movements just draw the eye there! And of course Lan Wangji is not only bigger than Su Minshan, but bigger than most porn stars. That tracks with his life.

Still, Su Minshan watches, flustered and angry about it, until Lan Wangji is done. Then he does the same thing as before: jumps on the machine as soon as it’s vacated, repeats the exercise precisely like Lan Wangji did.

They go on like this through what must be Lan Wangji’s full routine, and then some.

At the final exercise, Su Minshan’s leg betrays him. His calf cramps, contracting painfully, and he falls on his ass instead of completing his squat.

He mutters a curse under his breath as he massages the traitorous muscle. Lan Wangji looms over him, undefeated. Nothing new about that, except for the conceited smirk on his lips. Su Minshan sees it as he looks up and almost forgets to be annoyed: barely there, it’s the most expression he’s ever seen on Lan Wangji’s face.

“Shower,” Lan Wangji commands, looking down on him, and turns around, effectively ending their impromptu competition.

Su Minshan splutters a protest, red-faced on all the wall-length mirrors in the room. He watches as Lan Wangji once again commanders all the attention from every eye as he exits, thankfully leaving Minshan to get up and drag himself around, leg still spasming, with some privacy.

A contrarian part of him wants to refuse to retrace Lan Wangji’s steps. Why should he obey him? Who is he to give Su Minshan orders? But he’s not a kid anymore. He’s not about to go home sweaty, disrupting his day even more, to give a figurative middle finger to someone not even looking his direction to see it anymore.

He gives his back a literal middle finger instead.

When he enters the bathroom, Lan Wangji is sat on a bench close to the lockers, a leg crossed over the opposite knee, arms crossed, a shower kit on his lap. Waiting for something. He doesn’t move when Su Minshan enters, nor does he turn his eyes away as Minshan undresses, uncouth and uncaring about it as always.

Su Minshan shoves his dirty clothes in his bag with haste, slipping quickly into a shower stall, feeling inadequate and judged. Maybe he’s not as chiseled as fucking Lan Wangji, but it’s not like he has anything to be ashamed of. Fuck stupid Lan Wangji.

To add insult to injury, the shower refuses to give him any hot water. He gets a violent lukewarm blast to the face and a gush up his nostrils.

Fuck this stupid shower. Fuck this stupid rich people gym.

He’s still coughing when he hears footsteps approaching. Then the stall door opening. He turns around, alarmed, and almost falls on his ass again when he slips on some leftover soap from somebody’s else shower.

Lan Wangji stops his fall by grabbing his forearm.

Casually, like he hasn’t just invaded another guy’s shower, he closes the door behind him. They stand in the spacious cabin, staring at each other, Lan Wangji’s freakishly long fingers around his arm the only point of contact between them. Lan Wangji makes no move to kick him out of his own shower. So, no, despite being completely naked, he’s not here to steal Minshan’s cubicle in some weird power play. Nor could he have miraculously predicted Minshan snapping his neck and decided to interfere to save the gym staff the clean-up; not even perfect Lan Wangji, the next stage of human evolution, has developed that kind of foresight.

Su Minshan is all out of ideas about what is happening.

It dawns on him all at once, though, when Lan Wangji reaches for his cock.

Su Minshan watches, fascinated, as Lan Wangji generously pumps him to half-mast with a soft palm that’s nonetheless dry as fuck. He’s had his own gym hook-ups, of course. He’s cruised before. Never in a million years he’d have acted like he did if he was trying to seduce someone into his pants. But that’s what passes for flirting on Lan Wangji’s mind.

It soon becomes clear that as mind-blowing as that insight into Lan Wangji’s thought process was, it’s also incomplete. Su Minshan watches with a sense of both amusement and doom as the gears clearly go on turning in Lan Wangji’s brain and translate into astonishing actions. Minshan’s lost their competition, true, and that apparently means a two-minute handjob is all he gets before Lan Wangji clearly grows bored with it. His dick is also, absurdly, half-hard despite no touching yet, despite Minshan’s hands lying flat and disinterested at the side of his body. He finds something about this bizarre bathroom adventure enticing despite all odds. Or perhaps he’s that horny behind his mask of indifference.

The cherry on top, Minshan reflects, is that having won their little dispute, Lan Wangji thinks that has entitled him to top. He abandons the useless pursuit of trying to arouse Su Minshan further and presses on his waist to make him turn around. When he doesn’t turn, he slips his hands behind Minshan to knead at his ass and graze fingertips at his hole. It’s a forceful touch, with much more strength than necessary, and yet Minshan hesitates. He could stop this now with a word. He’s no more inclined to like Lan Wangji than he was before entering the strange parallel universe of this shower stall, but the man is objectively hot. Out of Su Minshan’s league entirely, some would say.

In the end he turns, more out of curiosity than anything else.

Lan Wangji, it must be said, is efficient about it. He’s focused. Once he’s inside, he hones in on Su Minshan’s prostrate like a fucking precision missile. He pistons in and out like a man possessed. Like a sex machine.

Mechanical is the exact word that flows gently into Minshan’s mind as he’s plowed into.

The only hiccup is at the start, when Lan Wangji tries to enter him dry, despite the weapon of mass destruction he carries between his legs. Su Minshan has to turn back with a “hey!” and slather his cock with the gym’s expensive soap before he can damage anything. Aside from that, it’s perhaps the most perfectly choreographed quickie Minshan has ever lived through. Perhaps the most perfectly choreographed quickie in the story of all mankind.

Lan Wangji comes inside without asking, like the rude asshole he is. By then, Minshan has long since flagged. He’s counting the drops of water running down the wall tiles for entertainment when it happens: with a stronger thrust, Lan Wangji flattens his hips against his ass checks, going as deep as humanly possible, and groans on Minshan’s ear.

Orgasm makes him generous again. He’s barely pulled out when he reaches a hand around Minshan again to cup his flaccid cock.

“No need,” Minshan says, batting his hand away as he turns around.

Lan Wangji’s face shifts into smugness again, an unfairly good look on him. He clearly thinks that he’s some sex god that made his partner come untouched. It’s possible that that’s even something that happens to him, Minshan thinks; some people are into being used as a sentient fleshlight, and those kind of freaks would be in heaven with Lan Wangji, human jackhammer.

Su Minshan is willing to accept his own share of guilty in this case. His satisfied smile, fixed on his face despite his best efforts since Lan Wangji’s first thrust, is certainly doing nothing to disabuse the man of that impression.

He keeps smiling, somewhat more subdued, as he showers and dresses himself. He smiles as he nods goodbye to Lan Wangji, as he leaves the gym and walks to his car on the parking lot. He even smiles through a wince when he sits on the leather seat, at the reminder of the earlier act.

Lan Wangji is bad at sex. Perfect, unbeatable Lan Wangji who knows no defeat in any area of life, is terrible at sex.

Su Minshan raises a toast with the long-forgotten bottle in the cup-holder before starting his car. The room temperature tap water tastes like victory.

He glows the rest of the day.

[caddeter]

Skimming through the RWDE tag after the Volume 9 final aired reminds me of how the FNDM will defend the show by saying ‘people make mistakes’ and ‘the writers are only human’ because now the show seems to be sending that message.  It also reminded me that I wrote over 1000 words explaining why I think that’s terrible.

‘People make mistakes’ is the absolute worst argument in defense of something that I have every heard. I find it even more insulting than the infamous ‘don’t like, don’t watch,’ because it implies that putting effort into your craft is optional.  What this argument says is that I am in the wrong for expecting anything more than garbage. You are legitimately saying, ‘It could have been better, but you’re wrong for saying so.’  Yes, I realize that nobody is perfect and that they are going to screw up every now and again.  That’s why I’m criticizing it.  I mean, when was the last time you heard people get criticized for doing something right.

This argument of ‘people make mistakes so you can’t complain’ also ignores the moment after, where they look back on what they did wrong and learn from it.  That’s why we make mistakes, so that we can grow as people.   Why should we try to improve ourselves if we’re already ‘good enough.’ ‘People make mistakes,’ is a fact of life, but that does not mean we should throw up our hands and give up all attempts to get better and it certainly doesn’t mean we should accepting bad stories.

But enough about my philosophy on mistakes, let’s talk about this one, specifically how situational it is:

Twilight is recognized across the globe as one of the worst books ever written.  Even ignoring the way it bastardizes the concept of Vampires, it’s a story that reads less like a romance and more like a drug addiction. The lead characters have all the chemistry of a brick and a dead rat.  The relationship it tries to push as beautiful and grand is downright abusive at points.  And this isn’t even getting into all the misogyny and racism and pedophilia in those books.  But people make mistakes, so I guess we shouldn’t hold it against Myers.

Sword Art Online is one of the most infamous anime there is.  Despite its large following, whenever someone looks over it with a critical lens, they come to the conclusion that it’s utter crap.  The plot and worldbuilding are inconsistent. The characters (Kirito especially) exist more to fill out roles in a fantasy than as actual people.  It’s all about making Kirito look good and ensuring he comes out better than when he came in, no matter what.  It goes out of its way to include some kind of sexual assault of the lead female character in a given arc with no respect for the subject matter, to the point where it’s hard to tell if Reki Kawahara thinks rape is the worst crime a man could commit or if he has a fetish for it.  But people make mistakes, so the critics are more in the wrong for making videos on it.

In spite of (Or rather, because of) its troubled production, Sonic 06 is one of the worst video games in existence.  It’s so glitchy, it borders on unplayable.  The story is bland at best, flat out terrible at worst.  The new characters it introduced were all unlikable for one reason or another.  Level design was horrendous and boring.  People have made numerous videos and blogposts explaining why it is one of Sonic’s worst games, if not one of the worst games period.  But people make mistakes, so we should stop complaining.

Post season 4, Spongebob Squarepants took a downward dive.  Characters became little more than one unlikable trait.  It crossed the line from mischief to malice, so good characters suffered while the bad ones triumphed.  It was extremely evident that they had already run out of ideas, because they kept rehashing the same episode plot over and over again and needed to pad out some episodes.  But people make mistakes, so they should never have tried to fix this.

Lucy is the most boring movie I ever sat through.  It’s just ‘This girl gains reality altering powers, be amazed at how easy everything is for her.’ There is never any point where she is in any sort of real danger or anything actually threatens her.  She loses all empathy for her fellow man and has no problem throwing them away like broken toys (In an Asian country when our main character is white, mind you), yet it expects you to see her as the good guy throughout. Instead of being terrified by her rampage, it expects you to be amazed.  And maybe that would have worked if it used said reality altering powers in more creative ways.  But people make mistakes, so I guess it’s a good movie.

I could go on for ages and never run out of examples for any given form of media.  And this is all ignoring examples that are actively malicious, like stories that are intentionally sexist, racist, or homophobic.

And then there’s that other group of people this argument conveniently doesn’t apply to:  The critics.  If people make mistakes and you think we should just ignore that, then you can’t challenge the critics on any ground, because they made a mistake by talking about the writer’s mistakes.  If we are not allowed to judge your writer, then why are you allowed to judge ours?

Not to mention how this logic is almost self-refuting. When you say this, what you are saying is that the only thing wrong with the criticism is that it is criticism.

Furthermore, this argument also somewhat undermines the effort other artists and writers will put into their craft in order to make something as best as they possibly could. If we should all just accept when someone fails to make something good, then why should we recognize how Fictional Games ensured that Amnesia The Dark Descent had an atmosphere which on its own could leave you terrified rather than relying on cheap jumpscares?  Why should we praise Tatsuya Endo’s writing for blending heartfelt, humorous, and action-packed when he wrote SpyXFamily? Why should we celebrate Avatar the Last Airbender not just for its amazing story of multiple cultures coming together and strengthening one another, but also for its fully realized and fantastical world?

By saying that we should accept mistakes and that it’s wrong to criticize bad writing, you wind up saying that all of their effort was pointless.  Why bother trying to make something as best you can when people will accept anything?  If we’re not going to pay attention to what a story or writer did wrong, why should we pay attention to what a story or writer did right?

‘People make mistakes,’ means just that, that people make mistakes.  So how about we treat those mistakes as mistakes and hold people accountable for them, rather than act like everyone and everything is perfect and infallible?